Things have changed since my appearance in the documentary Room 237. I moved away from New York to Los Angeles. I got a job there, writing. It was hell. I moved back to New York. I got another job, driving a truck for a moving company. It’s better to be in motion. I am in storage facilities often, and they remind me of the Overlook Hotel. The long, color-coded hallways, numbered doors – the spaces could be anywhere. In fact, in the storage space where the above photo was taken, while I dollied boxes back and forth, a latin couple dressed in ‘Brooklyn’-style sportswear passed me, shocking me into the realization that I was in New York and not some hermetically-sealed Nowhere.
Numbers get the esoteric mind ticking. Wondering about what “My True Love” gives most of during the the Twelve Days of Christmas led to the following computation:
Partridge in a Pear Tree: 1 X 12 = 12
Turtle Doves: 2 X 11 = 22
French Hens: 3 X 10 = 30
Calling Birds: 4 X 9 = 36
Golden Rings: 5 X 8 = 40
Geese A-Laying: 6 X 7 = 42
Swans A-Swimming: 7 X 6 = 42
Maids A-Milking: 8 X 5 = 40
Ladies Dancing: 9 X 4 = 36
Lords A-Leaping: 10 X 3 = 30
Pipiers Piping: 11 X 2 = 22
Drummers Drumming: 12 X 1 = 12
Kubrick magic number 42 again.
Total number of gifts: 364
One for every day of the year other than Christmas.
And at the Overlook, Christmas is never celebrated.
"Murder is the apex of the broad pyramid whose base is the self.
That which stands will have to fall.”
Heading north east, leaving Colorado on Interstate 80 into the one-point perspective of travel across Nebraska.