In a Lonely Place on 08-10-2019

You can’t know what Bogie’s thinking. You can never know what Bogie’s thinking. Thoughts are like passing clouds in the blue sky, and Bogie is the sky. But raised in the church, what if it were the bible’s Song of Songs: “Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, truly delightful. Our couch is green; the beams of our house are cedar; our rafters are pine.”