I used to deliver The Wall Street Journal in Los Angeles. I did it to support myself while making “Eraserhead.” I’d pick up my papers at 11:30 at night. I had throws that were particularly fantastic. There was one where I’d release the paper, which would soar with the speed of the car and slam into the front door of this building, triggering its lobby lights—a fantastic experience. Another one I called “The Big Whale.” There was a place, the Fish Shanty, on La Cienega. A big whale’s mouth was the front door you entered through. I’d throw a block before it, and hit the paper directly into the mouth.
This graf made me smile. Like—a really big smile.
And I love the image of the high-speed rolled-up newspaper’s impact triggering the lobby lights. Every morning, the news arrives, thump, and with it, illumination! Thump! Civilization! THUMP! LIFE!