Starlight Pavilion

Journal

Monday, May 4, 2020

Watched Heat (1995) again, with Francis. Continued thoughts throughout the night: imagining the television man absent, or Waingro killed on the asphalt, or “Slick” left unsaid, or McCauley or Hanna less drawn to the heat of the chase. Their final encounter predicated on the blood that runs in them both.

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