Walk today along North Shore river trail. The leaves, on the trees, a more vibrant yellow than the bridges above. Others, in the water where there used to be ducks but now I just see one.

Read this today in a Salon article about the increasingly porous boundaries between fiction and reality in TV shows and movies:

“We must ask of reality: how important is it, really? And: how important, really, is the Factual? Of course, we can’t disregard the factual; it has normative power. But it can never give us the kind of illumination, the ecstatic flash, from which Truth emerges.”

This is why I love Werner Herzog.