The 2:30 a.m. picture window view of lightning rippling like northern lights looks like a florescent bulb going bad. I think I see a tiny sign between the flashes. It looks like the one Harry Haller* saw. I haven’t thought of this in 40 years. Why the connection now?
Tonight at the Magic Theater
for Madmen Only
Price of Admittance Your Mind
Not for Everybody
*from Steppenwolf, by Hermann Hesse