Crabs
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Last night, in the hallucinatory hour after bedtime but before sleep, I saw little crabs coming down onto my bed in clusters from shimmering grey spiderwebs. I was so startled I slammed into the bookshelf on the other side of the room before I was even awake. I switched on the light but nothing was there. I guess that's what they call working too hard, though I can't dismiss the notion that I've been watching too many movies, either. I took a shower and went back to sleep, still shaken.
Today, my day off, I walked from Battery Park to Houston Street. My new back seemed pretty well able to support my weight post-surgery, and it looked like summer had arrived, squiggling red on everything, linking the waters of the Hudson river to the people circling it in lycra and hotpants. I'm not summer's biggest fan, but it does have its moments. I arrived at Houston just in time to catch He Walked by Night at the Film Forum. Instead, I kept walking. Finally, exhausted, I stumbled into a late showing of the latest X-Men movie, which is a little like not seeing anything at all except the faint glimmer of one's adolescence getting raped (Ian MacKellen made the whole thing relatively painless, that is, if it's entirely kosher to say that about one of the few knighted gay men on earth). Anyway, don't imagine I'll sleep better for it tonight--I've got a reading tomorrow I'm not quite prepared for, my first in over a year. It's at the KGB and, well, here's the info: http://www.opencity.org/events.html.
posted by Greg Purcell @ 2:59 AM,
