It's movie night. In honor of Mother's Day, they're likely to be screening Mother's Day, Carrie, and Team Refuses to Clean "Biohazard" House Full of Dog Faeces, among other iconic works.
Sometimes I wake up and can't believe my dreams come from my own mind. If my mind can conjure wholly alien vistas as I dream - things that couldn't be farther away from my understanding of 'me' - then that means my notion of 'self' has a huge blindspot. I think good art comes from somewhere in that blindspot, that unknowable place that the only best of us can somehow access.