Ghost in a black hole

Under a blanket of summer wild fire smoke, the city has an unsettling, cinematic quality to it.

It feels a bit like you’ve suddenly been transported into a horror movie. Not a conventional one. Maybe something A24 would release. There’s a filter that has been applied to everything by some unseen, overzealous film editor who wants to evoke a specific vibe. Outside, it’s summer. But it’s Concentrated Summer. The heat is hotter. The air is dryer. Everything is bathed in this perpetual smoke-twilight. It’s beautiful. And it’s uncanny.