A man I know as Jay reaches into his car to try to force his engine to kick over, leaning deeply into the door as if the weight of the world is upon him in this moment. Each detail, as frivolous as the last, lends itself to the mystery of the frame.
Such as the water drops that freckle the windows of the car or the gentle, downward tilt of Jays camouflage hat. They ask more questions than they answer. The clouds stop the sun from reaching the hood of his car, thus forcing a... more