Jonas Mekas  awake in the wee hours in the midst of an apartment move  frets in the opening scene of Sleepless Nights Stories that “all my life is boxed” The weariness is atypical  but the reflective mood sustained in this playful video journal that spins a freeform  New York-based variation on the Arabian Nights tales (“Praise be to Allah!” the typewritten intertitles regularly proclaim)