in the film happy hour an artist balances objects on a beach and people in a workshop, but he can't balance himself, and the objects and the people fall down. the film is excruciating, like life, but like life, you want to see where it goes, where it might have gone, where it went. afterward i dreamed of someone i never dreamed of. a visit. the characters want to be simple and happy and are painfully complex. i read about chiron and kairos, inexorable time and process by crisis. it can be hard to fall, and remember falling, but it's good to be visited in dreams, and to get up again.