processing this last month: here I am standing in the opening frame of my favorite movie. exercise: go seek out some meaningful art and live in it, even briefly. It’ll fill you. recently I learned that in the liner notes of Mike Nichols and Elaine May's 1959 album ‘Improvisations to Music,’ each comic wrote a bio. Elaine’s simply read: “Miss May does not exist.” Shortly after entering Gethsemani, Thomas Merton wrote: "I have to be a person that nobody knows. They can have Thomas Merton. He's dead." I stumbled upon these anecdotes on separate occasions, but I think they are speaking to one another?