The last two nights of theater in Greenpoint have been generally really nice. Good shows, good people. Generally, this summer, I just feel more solid, more mature than last—less reactive, less political. Less willing to get involved in intrigue. More grounded, more stable.1
I woke up feeling kind of blank, without any essential feelings. I had vivid dreams, but because I didn't write them down, the content disappeared, and I remember remembering them. 2
Idea for a novel: a Jesus look alike, at the time of his death, assumes the role of the