the smuggler’s bible

Pleasance

Pleasance is very proud of herself when (after only three honest-to-god attempts and one vibe check run-up) she fits the car into the parking space, flanked by juggernaut SUVs, the drivers of which obviously sneer contemptuously at both painted lines and social contracts.

The geometry of the situation is related more closely to hermetic philosophy than it is to any true Euclidean expression of points, lines and planes. But when it’s Friday night, the movie starts in ten minutes and you haven’t even made street level yet, much less the cinema—well, the world begins to take a different shape.