From Sidewalls dir. Gustavo Taretto
via The Selby
I miss you already, Downton Abbey.
Guardian Spirit of the Waters (1878) by Odilon Redon
A Selection of Similes from “The Second Bakery Attack” by Haruki Murakami
Time oozed through the dark like a lead weight in a fish’s gut.
Like soundless waves from an undersea earthquake, my sleepiness gave my boat a long, slow rocking.
Six pull-tabs lay in the ashtray like scales from a mermaid.
…the two of us scanning the street like hungry eagles in search of prey.
…the shotgun shells in her pocket rustled like buckwheat husks in an old-fashioned pillow.
A barbershop sign hung in the dark like a twisted, chilling glass eye.
Even so, like a crescent moon in the dawn sky, the hint of a professional smile lingered at the edges of her lips.
Their two heads and two strawberry-milk-shake cups were aligned on the table like an avant-garde sculpture.
They stood together behind the register, staring into the muzzle of my shotgun like tourists peering down an incan well.
The front shutter made a huge racket when it closed, like an empty bucket being smashed with a baseball bat…
The customers at the table were still asleep, like a couple of deep-sea fish.
