Sometimes two hands become murky sea creatures in the depths of the two gin and tonics set before them, one a dark, spreading sea blob, the other a disembodied sea finger using a lemon as a hat. These are facts.

Today I notice that his shirt has bunched into a long, thin leg, toes perhaps wiggling down around his belly button. I’d like to be able to tell you what that means in the grand scheme of things, to make…

Watched cars burning in the streets yesterday. I understood the violence, but it seemed like an anachronism, footage from the ‘60s. Today I came back here to the Lonely Place, stared into the smoke and the shadows, and realized that…

And he says: “Don’t move. There’s a pudgy little man hunched in the shadows just behind you.” She’s amused by Bogie’s naivete. She’s gotten used to it, the destruction she trails in her wake.

Reading Muriel Spark’s Loitering with Intent, and she has something to say to the artist in us all about this 1/24th of a second: “When people say that nothing happens in their lives, I believe them. But you must understand…

I’m going to call the man in the background Rocco. We’ll get to Rocco. But zooming in today, I understood that Rocco’s eye, his left, has moved to set itself in Bogie’s ring, and stares at Gloria’s hand, seeing for…

Kierkegaard says, “The most painful state of being is remembering the future,” so I’m choosing to forget whether Bogie will eventually kiss her on the cheek.⠀⠀

Bogie has made a faint sound. A “wuh”? Not even. More the sound of lips gathering in preparation for a W, less a sound than the slightest change in vibration. “What?” “What is?” “What are?” “What will?” It’s too early…

She looks as if she’s still anticipating his voice. I’m tempted to start the conversation. I’ll have endless stories to tell once I’ve become Humphrey Bogart. But once the conversation is started, it will go on long enough. Silence is…

Sometimes, I’ll confess, I consult yesterday hoping to better see today, but that trick never works, and what I see ends up being neither yesterday nor today. Today: Gloria’s lemon seems to be encasing itself in a dark cocoon, or…