The man in the hat tails a blond who is not a blond-- slim evidence for a slender detective.
Meanwhile scenery: giant sequoias, a fine art museum and that big red metaphor the Golden Gate Bridge.
Familiar places grow unfamiliar: bodies wander in and out of frame in a red-velvet restaurant.
In the end there is a tower-- as there must be-- in the end there is an ascent.
Mission bells, a final scream-- the blond falls, no longer blond, dies a third time.
Laws of gravity, laws of time, the newtonian detective confronts a post-newtonian universe
Where pictures cannot lie, but do anyway, and even Death itself cannot kill bad dreams.
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