This is oddly personal

for a site devoted to art.

I’m getting a divorce, and I’M OK. But it feels like a lie not to acknowledge that I’m on a different plane. I’m feeling out this new way of interacting with the world. My guard is constantly shifting. There is so much concern and apathy. So much terrible advice. So many lonely men. Four cats is a lot of cats. My back hurts from shoveling snow. I am furious that FilmStruck has chosen to leave me. Now, of all times.

I should feel more, and sometimes I do.

I will delete this. Or maybe I won’t.