the palms in fog (literally)

not an allegory

this weekend

has been shrouded in fog as if this corner of the earth were being filmed in noir.

two days of misconceptions, wrong turns, mistaken identities, hitchcockian, beautiful blond women, unshaven men, silk, trenchcoats, trains pulling out of the station, blood seeping from a fatal wound, missed connections, naivete, cunning, cigarette smoke, red lipstick (“you do know how to whistle, don’t you?”)


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