A baked potato shell on a styrofoam plate with plastic fork. It sat by the curb, outside the post office. A scene that described a human being who finished eating a baked potato, set the meal down in the street, and mailed a package.
“He returns after a two year trek to the jungles of Africa with 20 lions and 20 tigers and an intelligent ape called Cheela.”
-Dennis Schwartz’ review of Captive Wild Woman, from 1943 starring Acquanetta, which I saw Monday afternoon at the Music Box
Fa la la la. Here’s a truck stop and here is the 3rdarm, fa la la la. Here’s the fruit of being in the 21st century, blogs and food and sweet rest. Fa la la la.
Lost is a place and a state.