Perspective
Late September/early October marks my favorite time of the year. Fall, of course, but also the return of the New Yorker Festival, a time when my favorite magazine hosts an impressive numbers of events with the writers and artists I admire most. Yes, what began as a solo trip to the festival four years ago has quickly turned into an annual event for me.
I’ve been living in New York for one year exactly and so far I would say that I’m living in the moment, but also taking pause to reflect. Everyday, I am inundated with different perspectives and with each brush with culture, although “culture” is such a broad word, the complexity of life becomes that more punctuated. The New Yorker, although it is just a magazine, has helped me in my study of who I am and how I view the world.
A highlight for me this year was meeting Neil LaBute, screenwriter, playwright and director. His work, particularily his plays, have evoked my own inner analysis regarding values, morality and judgement. Anyway, I met him at a book signing. He signed his latest, “Wrecks and other plays,” for me, which I finished easily in a few hours. I guess what I’m trying to say is that sometimes something that may seem insignificant on the surface, like a short story, a painting, a film, can give you perspective and viewpoints to explore. It certainly has for me.
