Long enough to make sense of what’s happened to the lights between us. There were many of them, back and back, forth and toWards. But the darkness, that sunk its teeth into our carotids, bled us dry — and all we got was this Twilight T-Shirt.
I had dreams last night that I was at university (which I currently am), but for some really stupid reason I was taking 30 hours in one semester. I had a crush on my art professor, but she didn’t like me, or my essays.
So when I got home from partying with Herzog there was this huge van in my living room. My wife was pissed, she didn’t hear it come through the wall because she was working in her ‘studio’. I’m still trying to figure out how 1.) The van got through the moat; and 2.) Why is the wall made of ply and plaster?!
“But it was at this point I didn’t care. I tried and tried and tried to wake her up and all she did was lie there, still. Just staring at me with solid black eyes…the warmth fading out of them with every tick of the clock.”
So, All I did next was leave. I left the lights on, the door to the bedroom open, the chair in the corner, the bathroom faucet – I turned off. No Point in wasting water on a Friday afternoon. I took a cab back home to Greenpoint where my brother lived at the time.
