Tom Cruise

I had a dream once about Eyes Wide Shut, a very simple dream where in all the scenes with Tom Cruise walking briskly down the street in his long black coat there were movie posters for Eyes Wide Shut on the buildings behind him. It was such a boring dream that I remembered it as real—I remembered those scenes as really being in the movie. And it was natural to remember it that way because that movie feels to me not like a thing, discrete from other things, with definite characteristics, but like a place, a place to visit Tom Cruise’s face, where anything can happen. Tom Cruise’s face is beyond reproach because geology is beyond reproach, and Tom Cruise’s face is an enormous rock I found, that we all can find. Tom Cruise’s face is as useful and as good as a bowl. I propose that Tom Cruise’s face be added to the alphabet.