With this realization I begin to coax us back to the car, far from the blood atonement that I was now sure would need to be paid west of the Disney Music Hall.
The walk back to the car was filled with the usual pleasantries and questions about the post-shoot timeline. As we talk about the days to come and the metallic future that now lay behind us, I can’t help but notice his gate; graceful and light upon the ground. He moves with intention and the full control of his body.
Knives.
Maybe he’d be good with knives. All beautiful people of the future should be capable with a knife. It only makes sense in a world where the anxieties of tomorrow are assuaged by a quick glance into a building made of mirrors.
Science.