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THE STREETCAR — (two stops past sorrow:1.3) a dame fresh from the wrong train — the one who paid in silver — in a chauffeur's coat with the wrong crest, a pawn ticket with a name in code, rides dialling a number that rings nowhere through a streetcar car two stops past sorrow of the captive carriage. a dry heat that makes every lie stick streaking the glass; tired of everything but the truth of the in-between; a camera-flash freezing the confession the car's swaying lamp. (Carriage-length composition, the passengers as witnesses, one window breathing night). a 35mm at f/4 with sharp foreground, symmetry broken by one lit object, graded cold blue-grey noir grade. BREAK a torn poster of a vanished face the swaying strap; paper chasing its own truth down the block, gummed and gleaming pavers the worn flooring; a pigeon that watches like a witness, a spider mending the web of the case, a cat with his own alibi the dreaming conductor's cat. a skyline of unlit towers the city sliding past. BREAK the coal-bright of a fresh flame, a struck match held to a tired face, a cufflink winking in the lamplight the contact-arc at the wire. a photograph of a dog in a gunman's wallet, a wedding ring worn on the wrong hand, a keychain from a hotel that burned down, a hatcheck stub in a dead man's coat, a slot-machine pulled one last time

job p1789250386-164 · 2026-09-12T21:59:46Z · queued · finished 2026-09-13T00:17:56.220ZTHE STREETCAR — (two stops past sorrow:1.3) a dame fresh from the wrong train — the one who paid in silver — in a chauffeur's coat with the wrong crest, a pawn ticket with a name in code, rides dialling a number that rings nowhere through a streetcar car two stops past sorrow of the captive carriage. a dry heat that makes every lie stick streaking the glass; tired of everything but the truth of the in-between; a camera-flash freezing the confession the car's swaying lamp. (Carriage-length composition, the passengers as witnesses, one window breathing night). a 35mm at f/4 with sharp foreground, symmetry broken by one lit object, graded cold blue-grey noir grade. BREAK a torn poster of a vanished face the swaying strap; paper chasing its own truth down the block, gummed and gleaming pavers the worn flooring; a pigeon that watches like a witness, a spider mending the web of the case, a cat with his own alibi the dreaming conductor's cat. a skyline of unlit towers the city sliding past. BREAK the coal-bright of a fresh flame, a struck match held to a tired face, a cufflink winking in the lamplight the contact-arc at the wire. a photograph of a dog in a gunman's wallet, a wedding ring worn on the wrong hand, a keychain from a hotel that burned down, a hatcheck stub in a dead man's coat, a slot-machine pulled one last time