I love being in a situation where you would ask that question. It could be because you spent that night over at your aunt’s at Christmas or because your spending a weekend away crammed in an airbnb with your friends, the fact is waking up communally and asking about the quality of everyone’s sleep is special.
What is a bad night? What is a good life? What is coincidence? What is fate? I didn’t know Scorsese could do Kafkaeske and I liked the drawing of the shark in the bathroom.
