★ The newly opened sunscreen—the wrong one, from Rite-Aid's mismatched and depleted inventory—reeked of cosmetic fumes. It was almost unnecessary, probably; the light outside was attenuated and discolored, like the glow of a failing fluorescent. Wet, foul air lay under brown clouds, forbidding but irresolutely so. Even the swarm of taxis coming up the avenue looked dull-colored.
Tuesday, September 3rd, 2013