Sleepwalkers, Night 7
The actors lost their names tonight as I found their characters. I've been referring to the people in the films by the names of the actors who play them. I didn't find them on the walls of MoMA though. I found them, after work, while I was traveling uptown on the E train to see the installation. Everyone was dreaming of dancing on the hood of a cab, playing violin, twirling, drumming, spinning a lariat. But mostly, everybody just looked alone and tired. There they were . . . the businessman, the office worker, the postal clerk, the bike messenger, the electrician. They weren't going anywhere. And neither were their names.
One other thing: Tonight I was able to grab the 6 o'clock picture that I mentioned on Day 5 while the bells were ringing. Sweet Jesus, this is good.