Un homme

Me curled up on the sidewalk waiting for another film, a French and then another French. Him a volunteer taking a break. What was most odd from my sidewalk perch was moments later 3 kids walked by, ages 6 perhaps, exactly my height from my folded position. For a moment I had this impression of the 4 of us as normal and all these others giants. I have beynd beyond tired, and this was like some kind of Gulliver's Travels feeling.

One film was beautiful, particularly from a black and white photographic point of view. It is The Artist and the Model - takes place near the French/Spanish border and during the end of WWII - but it is not about the war, it is about the artist and his process. The other, Therese, my head dropped like a lead weight over and over so I with withhold judgement.