fever: parties that last till morning where women in tight dresses dole out hard drinks garnished with olives. the host’s wife is hiding a knife under her corset.
pretty odd: a garden lined with white trellises that crawl with roses and morning glories, the midafternoon sun, dragonflies dipping and weaving above still, clear lakes
vices and virtues: an empty ballroom with high, arched ceilings made of polished cedar. black velvet and white wine, hushed voices, lace dresses.
too weird: rain-slick streets at night, puddles of neon signs and glaring streetlamps, the changing colors of the city as it thrums with muted life.
subconcious 