“The streets were steeped in soft stage light, making her wonder whether art and the real world had, for a moment, reversed their traditional roles. Pedestrians moved stiltedly through the drizzle, as if struggling to get into character; but still, everything was entrenched with reliable meaning. When a taxi pushed itself into the scene like a deus ex machina she hailed it, waving in a slightly theatrical manner. Only the cold felt real.”