April 15, 2010
With Claire, to see a film at the Anthony Wayne, but when I walk inside I can’t find her anymore, and all the faux-gold theatrical touches are dark with grime. The walls and carpet have turned black. I try to find the right screen, not even sure of what I am seeing, and run into someone I used to know, and we start smoking, watching Breathless.
When it ends, we are surrounded by other smokers, and a fire starts, but I can’t get out.
