“Super Mario Brothers” meets Another Roadside Attraction meets Dawn of the Dead. Late afternoon mushroom picking. They only grow on dead bodies. But they instill one with supernatural strengths. It’s also all there is to eat except perhaps the dead bodies. But the fact that there are mushrooms growing on them is enough to suggest […]
Twilight grey Victorian take on a grocery store. The aisles a little too narrow. Shopping for magazines. The building seems to get narrower and narrower the whole time. The lights dimmer. The magazine covers less glossy.
Back-drop is essentially a mid-to-late-80s live action children’s television show. Something very closely linked to Reagan’s D.A.R.E. program. Cheesy set that’s supposed to be an urban youth center but has obviously too much land out back to be urban and is obviously too well funded to be real. The youth center counselors are clean cut […]
Boogie Nights as a Ken Burns documentary. Lots of panning over an oversized indoor pool. Lots of porn playing in the background. Or being made. Voice overs left and right from film makers, stars, starlets, and hangers on. Weird outfits.
High School classroom but it looks more like one from a TV sitcom and not an actually really real H.S. classroom. It’s test day – – or at least some kind of pop quiz. The fierce tension in the room suggests an exam though. Something folks know about, have been studying for, and still don’t […]
Fast moving cars. A rally race up a mountain road. Childish tension and cliched suspense. Everything is vaguely cartoonish and very G.I. Joe. The mountain looks like every comic book rendition of the Matterhorn. Of course, I’m behind the wheel of my ’96 Plymouth Neon and (of all things) I’m out-performing my league ranking and […]
We’re in a town to meet up with Adam and Sue. (The details of this trip are not apparent and probably no relevant.) The town is reminiscent of the ones that run up and down the highways of central Pennsylvania – – the towns for which terms like “rest stop” and “gas station” and “diner” […]
I am cheating on A. We’re somewhere in the U.S. but we’re definitely not home. We’re out on a business trip but it’s not clear whose business trip. (Am I the guest on hers? Or is she the guest on mine?) The affair is with someone familiar but I can’t place who – – the […]
My dad went back to Madagascar and I went with him. We got in contact with Jean La Rasta and he volunteered himself to be our guide for the entire trip. We were doing as much of the trip on foot as possible. While marching a stretch of coast we came across what looked like […]
It’s my old neighborhood. The one I spent my childhood in. Not the slightly-secluded-in-the-middle-of-the-city East Deer Park – – but the 80s townhouses. (I forget what they were called. My street was “Whispering Wind Court”.) Except that there’s a near-future-right-now pall over everything. Very Marvel. Very X-Men. I have the feeling that at any moment […]