April 24, 2013
I saw Through the Pines, or something similar tonight. It began with looking at the back of Gosling's head as he walked through a carnival. The lights from the various attractions, the muted sound of screaming, and resounding jackpots reminded me of reading Dean Koontz, Strangers, in my mom's garage when I was in my teens, one of my favorite books then. When I worked at a manufacturing plant as a janitor, the one where the sink in the women's bathroom was finished with pennies, I lent the book to the security guard. It was just a book, never returned.