More than a year ago.
I had been meaning to get back to Patrizia & Peter, but I can't go back to WaHi and it's a lot to ask for people to visit Greenpoint.
They invited me to a concert of Jerome Kitzke's music. He's a Native Anerican focused, anti war composer.
On my way there, I heard a mention of the horrors in Paris.
I have some kind of PTSD reaction. I can't hear details, because as soon as I hear anything, I go to pieces.
I cried during the music. We went to dinner and I was grateful not to be alone in those moments.
Art, music, theater, empathy, good souls. The only things to combat the evils of our new world of "recent incidents".
Thank goodness I had all of the above. I still cry. I haven't stopped.
