Two Universes

You wake up in a small, enclosed glass cube. There’s a bed, a toilet, a radio playing music, and other bare essentials, but no door. You have no idea why you are here or what’s going on. After a few minutes of looking around your tiny space, a calm yet creepy electronic voice begins speaking.… More


In the late 80s, the parents had friends from New York for a visit. They were my first serious, memorable exposure to East Coast folks and I loved ’em. High energy, fast talking folks who weren’t quite sure what to make of the Santa Cruz Mountains. When they left, several copies of Andy Warhol’s Interview… More