i saw how brief moments with a dog influence lives. i thought how i've had years of such moment. i cried happy tears. 
this is aside, i saw exhibition last night and it is wonderful. enigmatic and beautiful, it shows the inside of a house and the outside together, and the inside relationship and the structure inhabited with sounds and visions and like living in a shell body. how we are always exposed and always withdrawn, even with the companion. self contained in containers and yet the world comes in and we go out. this you should see, it's a living thing this film it needs to be lived, inhabited and shared. go on and try.

stunned, i just read the director of exhibition, joanna hogg, died last year. i think she made one more film. 
postscript. r. tells me she's not dead. i misread she was dead. i thought of just erasing that last obit line, but it is my mind, after all. i apologize, and i am relieved she is alive. i bet she is too. it was chantal akermann who died, which i think i got right the first time, and joanna hogg did her retrospective. having returned her to the land of the living, i hope she makes many more scintillating films.