I need to be sleeping, so I'll make this short till tomorrow. I don't know why I watched it, I had set my tape to tape Anderson, so I could read in bed, and then clicked the remote for just a moment. Turtles. It was excruciating to watch this man on pbs, and his turtles. I can't believe the degree to which I felt the weight on his shoulders. It was crushing him. And a cruel tease how things got so close to working out, time and time again, and then just slipped away, leaving him desperate and dispondent. I wanted the film to end soon, because I could not bear to watch it any longer. Finally it did, and not the hoped for ending, but a liveable one.
no spell checking.
why does the weight seem to fall on the individual? Why does he or she reach out, with vision? Why do organizations find it harder? I am thinking of turtles here, but also of NOLA. Red tape must be super sticky, no one can ever seem to move ahead once they come in contact with it.
can not be more articulate at moment, eyes closing, mind not asleep, not awake, somewhere in between, floating, in a murky grey green sea. (perhaps there are turtles in it? the program had fresh water ones though, this wouldn't be their body of water)