The warehouse of unopened boxes in Citizen Kane (1941).
I’ve been thinking about a kind of imprisonment many of us struggle against – the cage of material possessions. Continue reading
Once upon a time we lived next door to a couple who had specific ideas about what should or shouldn’t be done with a garden box. Continue reading
I’m performing without a net. My wife’s pension documents are still screwed up. I’m working quick turnarounds, a brutal test of stamina. Continue reading
There is one restaurant within walking distance of the Motel 2 ½ where we are living. It’s swimming in bad art. Continue reading