dear cloud diary, i just saw voyage to italy, and oh how travel brings out the ennui of relationship and forces it to rise dramatically. the fatality of ennui is when it is shared and buried in tandem. at the bleakest hour of divorce, when ingrid is swept away in a human stream of madonna worshippers she cries out and they realize together in a strange place that they do not want to lose each other. that's something i know, and won't experience.