Insomnia is an all-night travel agency with posters advertising faraway places. Thee the sea is always blue and so is the sky. A little white hotel with green shutters waits for you, each one of its rooms “a thing of twilight, bluish and roseate.”
Like a traveler weary of his journeying, you undress with the window open. The setting sun wears a red turban. The sea is dark blue. In the lush garden swallows are darting. When the night finally falls, veiled Scheherazade will bring mint tea to your bed.
In the meantime, silence and your shadow on the bare wall.
If no one ever played a Bon Jovi song again, on the radio or in a bar or at a sporting event, would the world be any different?
Answers at 9:00 am
Because like everything in the early 21st century, things are being QA’d at the same time they’re being used by a mass audience, so now we’re in an eternal game of catching up with ourselves.
It would be awesome at first, but then become a major social liability.
The real question is, what AREN’T the birds angry about?
Because you secretly see it as either a foreboding outcome to either your or my life, or maybe the ultimate escape.
Spike Jonze’s and Lance Bangs’ documentary on Maurice Sendak. It’s 45 minutes and on HBO in rotation right now, and quite possibly the best snapshot of an artist in his twilight years I have ever seen.
