[R. Nemo Hill]

This is a marvel to me. As for some of the apparent lack of logic to the description, I can only say that the impression I got was that of gazing in reverie at an everyday scene in an everyday place (Bloomfield = Everytown) through a veil of some sorts: a wet windshield perhaps, on a gray morning; or maybe eyes still full of sleep during a morning commute. The paint-by-numbers postcard has been dipped in something viscous and melancholy that makes the colors and the sharp edges of reality run together. As such, it paints a mood with words, rather than talks a picture.

Such an approach might prove too dense in large doses, but sized like this I think it works perfectly.

Nemo