Close Encounters

I've spent a lifetime with them. John Lennon wrote a song about them. John Cusack spent a film talking about them. Renaissance painters painted them. Men are driven insane by them. And I already know I'll never understand them.

Meet me in Montauk.

Jon Brion. Clementine's baby doll. Joel Barish's chicken. Gondry and the bird.

What more is needed, seriously?

Oh, shit.

I forgot to update this blog.