woman in street, pleading, with a broke-down beat-up car parked halfway off the road/halfway on the sidewalk.  gestures with her hands at any one of a line of cars waiting at the light, locked safely in their cars and the ability to turn and look away. me in car after  leaving session with lots of insight in my mind, and a well of despair somewhere below that i need to decide when and how to deal with, if at all.