it is possible. it happens.
human contact--the not-so-young young director has his eyes closed, arm extended, hand on mine. I do not move, he does. responding, listening, waiting. the hardest task of all.
"but no I swear I wasn't moving you were fabricating we do it again"
subtle transformation. then for the rest of the given time, he literally rocks.
now, my faith is restored. these aren't mere shells--I meet, really meet, touch, encounter people. it happens. not all--no categorical results--only those who want to meet me too. another breathing possibly-Irish woman, a floor-bound possibly-Jewish directress.
what is most exhilarating is that I too have changed. slower here, imitating there, vicious elsewhere. my whole being turned out...
