It's hard to keep faith - in one's self or anything that really matters, really. But, as I watch the homeless man twirl with abandon out the window across from the museum right now & listen to the v. loud overture that CJM (is for some reason) piping into the lane and maybe because I just ate a really weird quesadilla or because it’s Halloween - I just feel like everything is going to be okay. Whatever happens with him, London, the museum, the election...the state-of-things I suppose.
We'll all write new roles for ourselves.