Friday, September 26, 2003


Perhaps foolishly, I watched "Lost Highway" late last night with Cory and Tristan. We watched it with the lights off and bedtime was quickly postponed for Lynch's tale of random identity. Though I'd seen it twice before, I never realized how much I liked Lou Reed's "This Magic Moment." When I finally checked out for the night, I wondered cautiously if I'd wake up as some one else. O Hoodoo Guru, why do you haunt me when I'm still coping with the subconscious image of poor Bonnie, as a little girl, attacked by patchwork dragonflies and caterpillars from Loie's art show? I think I have found the Armagosa Hotel and inside I realized my brain is poison.