A few nights ago, on Christmas, 2023, my circumstances rhymed and riffed off of a similar night a little under a decade ago, improvised by the jazz of life, like jazz, seemingly haphazard and slapdash yet structured, written or unwritten ahead of time, on time, in time. March 1st was a frigid day in 2014, and I was in a different city, in Chicago. As I did on the night of Christmas, 2023, I’d taken a commuter train into the city alone to see a Miyazaki film.
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