I watched twenty minutes of a soccer game yesterday. I watched 40 minutes of a Japanese movie from 194-something. Also yesterday. Yesterday, I think I read five or six pages of a book. Sometimes the consumption of art (entertainment?) is broken down into smaller chunks. That still counts! Sometimes it doesn’t feel that way. It feels like I could only get a few minutes “FOR ME.” But in reality, I consumed things I was interested in even if I didn’t get to consume them in their entirety. Do I have a point? Not today!

(Tottenham vs. Brighton; London Rules by Mick Herron; The Only Son dir. Yasujiro Ozu)