Lucy and I went to see Where the Wild Things Are today. Despite the mixed peer review I walked away feeling relieved, this was a movie that was able to process the universal flaws and shortcomings of our little humanity. In a way the film is Camus-ian take on the existential, that our being is lonely, empty, and long only sporadically dotted with moments of happiness. That this ability exists to decipher and appreciate is reason enough for life. We walked out of the movie with the ten other midday movie goers into a brightly light fall day and advanced home through a long walk eschewing the bus and drive. Thank you
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