Feeling much better this day after the last, which was torturous at times. Felt like I’d been eating tree branches. Innards asunder, ass under. Crazy dreams came from that, reminding me of the one strip I could never forgive Charles Schulz. The one where Charlie Brown ties a string around Snoopy’s neck and starts flying him like a kite. Snoopy is asking himself why am I doing this? Snoopy gets higher up into the air when the string breaks. Snoopy crashes to the ground, smashing into pieces. The last frame shows Snoopy waking up on top of the doghouse, saying something like “That’s the last time I get double pepperoni pizza before bedtime.” It was an unforgivable strip, but sleepless, radically nightmarish nights like the other night remind me of it, and I can at least be reasonably certain I will not fall to the earth and smash to bits.
I found two long rolls of 35mm film today, strewn about the curb. I will look at them later. People still shoot film, of course, but it’s rare to find it strewn about the curb. Will its content be salacious and newsworthy, or dismal enough to explain why it was left on the curb…
