Inside Llewyn Davis

no matter if we are lost, rejected, or on death’s door, we will return home eventually. even if it’s the simple kindness of a stranger, the embrace of a friend, three simple guitar chords, or a cat waking up on your chest that does it. i wept like a baby and i’m not ashamed of it. so much of this resonated with me as a folk fan and a guitarist myself. but i audibly screamed when bob dylan showed up so take that with a grain of salt.