Later

After writing all that, I returned the book I wasn't enjoying, without finishing it.  Why torture myself (and it was)?  No good reason at all.

And I know those two points seemed contradictory, but in the first, it was about how pure someone has to be in order for us to accept the good work(s) they do/did.  The chance to do better when we realize our errors: space for change, for grace.  In the latter, open communication, even of doubt, to say you're walking away for a while, forever, to not be left fumbling in the dark by myself, would suffice.

Off to another gig.

(Sat around almost four hours for eight minutes of performance.  Wish we'd gotten fed something besides carrot sticks and Cheetos.)