Spalding Gray died nine years ago but for me he's still around, still showing that life is humorous enough but maybe not humorous enough to survive. When we were at the beach a few weeks ago I looked across to Martha's Vineyard, and knew that Nantucket lay beyond, over the horizon, but there. It's a distance you can put in your head and wonder - if that were the test, would you pass or fail. Probably no sharks. But a long swim.
Spalding jumped off the Staten Island Ferry. Was he going to see if he could make it, swimming back to Manhattan? I guess not, but still I'd like to think so. Otherwise it's just too linear.
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