12/7/24 In the Design District, MIA

The crisper air of a Miami December lends something to the scene outside on the street—a certain aura that falls languidly on the coming and going of halogen XL Uberlight flooding the waiting lines of "who's", the fearsome regiments of black suit bouncers with bloodhound scent sensing abilities—whose scent is expensive enough, whose fumes are truly exclusive ...or maybe that's all in my head. Perhaps everyone is welcome to this party where, somehow, I've been afforded an imaginary room amongst the gold glitter bubbly abv to bang my head against these keys and pitch my wares