Modern Times

Modern Times

I dreamt we set the place on fire, the huge house where I was steward, in part by birth even, with R too, & others- many friends and strangers. It was I who made the decisive action in the end. I crawled under the foundation and poured diesel fuel everywhere, and I lit a match. Only then did I decide to climb to the attic, where my corner for dwelling lay in disarray, to gather what I would take away from the fire. All the friends and strangers were doing this with me, in their tents and pallets and hammocks, interim intimacies webbing the great halls, and we had infinitely generous time for our task

Photograph taken of the screen at the Capital Theater in Olympia, Washington, during a showing of Charlie Chaplin’s Modern Times, accompanied by a live orchestra playing Chaplin’s original score