Habit #4: Real movies
When I am tired after a day's work, I open up my browser window and surf to Netflix or one of its illicit equivalents, to imbibe a mindless action movie that allows me to identify with a hero who slays its opponents with moral indemnity and righteousness. It is fast food for the soul, full ...
May 23. A night at a blue concrete bench.
Happiness suddenly strikes me (like a warm gun) when I have breakfast in a tiny San José lunchroom. Over coffee, juice, eggs and toast I dream away. The heads of the people here are taken from a movie. I can't remember which one, but they definitely appear in some movie. Perhaps it's The Gothfather, or ...