Just as we finished the first mile of the Brooklyn Half Marathon today, my Aunt Peggy turned to me, and said, “I always think of what you said about the aliens whenever I do one of these things.”
She was referring to a monologue I made during our last race, a 5K, which is the only other athletic event I’ve participated in besides ping pong tournaments in my adult life.
“If there are aliens in space right now, watching us,” I had said on that blessedly short run. “They must think this kind of shit is really fucking weird.”
I think I had just seen the movie “Another Earth,” and I was fantasizing a lot about being watched constantly, all of the time, by people who were fascinated by me. That’s not a new thing. The only new thing about that thought was the aliens.