Editing Robert Hirschfield’s story on visiting the Jewish Cemetery In Calcutta, uploading a photo to go with it, then zooming in on a detail in the photo–the Hebrew letters in stone–and thinking about the author in Brooklyn and his brother’s grave in Oregon and those other graves in Calcutta,  then looking out the window at Cerro Piltriquitron in Argentina while listening to Kid Klimax by Atlas Sound and sort of crying at the chord changes @: 44 and @2:13.

Then feeling stoked about this somehow.