These days she’s about as beautiful, as feminine, as it gets, but even standing before beauty, we’re constantly distracted by the stories we tell ourselves, narratively fixing problems that never needing fixing, and won’t be fixed, and so today, despite stunning Gloria (I’m an idiot, and so are you), I’m back to the ghost Riggs in the background, now a big ghost Riggs in his fedora directly over blonde Britt, who killed him, and the recently remarked mini-Riggs in the mini fedora over Gloria’s left shoulder. Riggs went out to Hollywood wanting to be a big agent, but with eternity to reflect, he realizes he would have been better off small, and though I don’t know if there are therapists in purgatory, or if God does the trick, clearly it’s all coming out, and that includes mini-Riggs. ⠀