Well, sitting here in Stefan and Ellen’s apartment in Tribeca, at the southern tip of the island they call Manhattan, under the shadow of the World Trade Center. The noises of the City rising from the streets below. Two nights here already. Far away from Iceland at least in the physical environment. I wake up this morning with a hard dream, the theme which revolves around Them (the other characters in the dream, either former friends or enemies, and some family) removing my access to Loki for reasons that I am an unfit father … There is an atmosphere of oppression and Them vs me in the whole dream. At the beginning it seemed that I was able to work around Their wishes, and retain some independence, but things deteriorated until no one would speak to me at all and then there was aggressive action to simply remove me from the place … This dream leaves my morning with a rather heavy atmosphere. But I will be meeting with Adrianne for breakfast in SoHo soon, and will continue to forge ahead. No money in the bank. Yesterday, Cleo, a friend of Ellen’s from Washington and I went up to MOMA to see an exhibition of photographs from the New York Times archive as well as a rather interesting show entitled “Thinking Print”, of works on paper, book-works, multiples and so on, from the collection. Also went over to meet briefly with Amy, Randy’s wife, to say hi. Cleo went to go to Balducci’s to buy dinner fixin’s for Stefan and Ellen, and later we had dinner on the roof. A colleague of Stefan’s, Paul, was over for beer on the roof.
He was telling me about his anarchist web site and his accession from a degree in Art History/Baroque Sculpture to web-mastering things for Republic Bank.