People came by, and sometimes they sat with me on the floor of my bathroom. It was like the old days when we were all on LSD and sat close and breathed together. It would be great if we could go in and out of this place without needing drugs or Ahab on our trail—go into the mystic or the eternal present or whatever we might call it out here in California. But mostly it seems like we can’t do it when we have our act together, because we can’t do it when we’re acting.
