I watched a doc tonight from one of the students in my class. You follow this guy around while he cleans out the apartment that belonged to his sister before she passed. He decides not to throw away the beer that was left in her refrigerator. He removes the slim piece of paper she wrote upon to identify her mailbox.
Really just wanna be with my friends, all of them, even the ones that have never met each other. I want us all dancing together. Everyone happy and dancing to incredible music. Maybe something like Curtis Mayfield’s “Move On Up.” The more cynical friends don’t have to dance at first, but towards the middle of a jam, during a breakdown, some sweet, sweet breakdown, they’re dragged to the floor. The groove takes over. Groove>Cynicism/Irony. We’re all dancing now.