As I sit here, cradled by the ease of modern technology, I find myself longing for an older approach to expression.  Watching a newer Woody Allen on my 2012 MacBook doesn’t quite have the same mechanical qualities had I been watching in the early 2000’s, when the film was released. Microsoft Word is begging me to make a software update, but I won’t let it interrupt the clicking of the keys that make my fleeting thoughts permanent, legible, documented, recorded.

Chloe Sevigny’s character is being seduced by a suave and erudite man. He has seen in her longing that he can’t un-see. She’s been curious about his abilities to witness the depths of her soul– she’s inquisitive about them. She seeks enlightenment from him that she can’t un-seek.

Any minute now I could receive a phone call from my boss at Radius…

He’ll ask me to come into work because it’s crazy busy and Natalia can’t handle it all by herself. I have 18 more minutes until I’ll have freedom of action for the remainder of the evening. I may pour myself some Jim Beam now because I don’t see that call happening.

I am 32 minutes away from finishing this film. At which point, I’ll allow myself the freedom to fully bury myself in prose, creative and artistic expression of thought, free-flowing out-pouring of opinions and emotions, relevant and nonsensical, soothing and inspiring.

…And there’s the call.