For the past few days, the feet of the bridge have been buried in fog. Today the fog is lifting, and the "gates" are obscured.
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More Flickerings
- The Post
- Call Me By Your Name
- I. Tonya
- Three Billboards in Ebbings, Missouri
- Dear Zachary
- Lady Bird
- The Florida Project
- California Typewriter
- The Big Sick
- Sleepwalk With Me
Anything That Flickers
- Queen of Versailles
- Amour
- Searching for Sugar Man
- Perks of Being a Wallflower
- Trouble with the Curve
- Zero Dark Thirty
- 56 Up
- Argo
- Silver Lining Playbook
- Wanderlust
Books Do Furnish a Room
- Prairie Fires, By Caroline Fraser
- Sing, Unburied, Sing, By Jesmyn Ward
- My Life on the Road, By Gloria Steinem
- Born a Crime, By Trevor Noah
- The Things They Carried, By Tim O'Brien
- Writing to Save a Life, By John Edgar Wideman
- Out of Egypt, By Andre Aciman
- The Purple Swamp Hen, By Penelope Lively
- Theft by Finding, By David Sedaris
- We Are Never Meeting in Real Life, By Samantha Irby
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- Rule No. 1
- Geezer memory
- Geezing sucks
- Fog lifting
- San Francisco troll house
- View from my parents' dining room table
- Oddities on oddities
- San Francisco dog droppings
- Box of rain
- Ova and vas deferens
- It's 2:45 a.m.
- What would the DSM say about this?
- The gnosic chronicles
- No news is bad news
- Wash day in Chinatown
- Life in the slow lane
- A glimpse behind the mirror
- How does he come up with these?
- Channeling Susie Essman
- Washington Square at night
- Ides of September
- Next time
- Feeling the vapors
- For a good time, take the train
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