I remember one night being so scared I wouldn't go to sleep. I'd been watching Invaders from Mars on TV for the fourth night in a row. When I yelled for my mom, she opened the bedroom door and told me "just think good thoughts" (as if that was going to work). When it didn't, she forced me to watch it again with her the next night. Only when she pointed out the zippers on the Martians' skin could I think about anything good. The story above is from a photo/text piece I made in the late 80s. I took the...