Monday, April 11, 2011  though the stars in their silence  I
need to write this. I need to write this down. I need to
remember this.  Aladdin Sane (and it just now occurs to me that
his name can be heard as "a lad insane") drove me to the base
camp. It was an abandoned theater – called the Rialto, I
believe. He unlocked the doors and pushed them open, letting us
into the dusty, velvet interior.  "He's upstairs," Sane said as
he started climbing the thick carpeted stairway.  "Who is?" I
asked.  "I thought answers only lead to more questions?" he said
looking back at me. "C'mon. Let's just go see him."  Upstairs, I
saw Sane approach one of the projection room. The door to the
room was guarded by two men – one of them, upon seeing Sane,
said, "Going to see Tiresias? He's in a bad mood now."  "Isn't
he always?" Sane said. "But don't worry. I picked up what he
wanted." I approached the door and both guards suddenly stood up
straight and stared at me. "Quit gawking," Sane told them. He
took hold of the door handle