I watched Man on Wire yesterday, about Philippe Petit, who did the most subversive thing in 1974, which was to walk a tightrope between the World Trade Center towers. It was a beautiful, sublime act, a fantastic insanity. One of the interviewed commented that Petit approached each day like a work of art. Someone else said that in order to pass as an American, he put a lot of pens in his pocket, because Americans like to do that, apparently.
I think we are all animals, and simply making the best of it.
is that framed yet?
I’m thinking “stickers” now–
good to see you!
YAY!!!
“a fantastic insanity” mmmmmmmmmmm. something warm in that sentence and i adore it. maybe it’s what i’m shooting for.
also, i think stickers are a wonderful idea.
Fantastic insanity is a good goal– I think I’m only at pretty good insanity at the moment.
Stickers would be excellent. I would stick them everywhere!
yay to not being dead! i might try not being dead sometime soon.
Oh, good. Dead is overrated.
Another YAY for not being dead, a thought I was having about 2 hours ago, for there have been times when it was a state about which I felt less certain. As Firesign Theater expessed it, “We’re all bozos on this bus.”
So far so not so bad, eh?