A murder mystery that is also an impressive sociological imaginary.
When someone so much as touches a state vehicle, the wheels of justice begin to turn, and that’s that.
There is a poignant vulnerability to dereliction pipe organs face in a world saturated with synthetically produced musical sound.
What pleasure, what gratification, can we offer to people that exceeds the pleasure of hating?
I like to think that this kind of deference is a Baltimore thing.