I just saw Legends of the Fall. A bit too heroic for my taste, a bit too melodramatic, but Brad Pitt is a beautiful man. Terrifyingly so. Destructively so.
And I’ve learned to stay away from that now. Not in a movie, there’s no danger in that, but in life. There is beauty that consumes, and I am very susceptible.
I want to go to Montana and work on a ranch. Train young horses in the roundpen with mountains bordering the horizon, and the sky.
I need to figure out all these wants of mine.