A plaintive thing quietly spools in unabated
beauty, hardening beauty—and who knew what
was going to happen in part 2 or in part 3, or
after. Certainly this evening's light had been made
stern by age, congealing as a varnished strata
across what we see—a now eighth story sun renews
its muster upon the pavement, keeping us postured
against a battered abutment and railings. Anything
misplaced, errant, ill-applied or unwrapped was
of little interest for reasons that were both functional
and apparent. Evening was indeed coming on
as if being filmed as a sparkling, big-screen western.
[ rdking ]