Friday 11/22 3:39pm Bus late. Missing Three Times. —NK Bus pulling into Chicago. The skyline shines in the pitch-blackness and I’m reminded of the weirdly digital helicopter B-roll of Twin Peaks: The Return. Bright yellow windows wrapping around an invisible axis 500 feet in the air.

A neurotic couple chases crabs around an apartment to try and re-catch their dinner in a brutally honest reinvention of the romantic comedy. Quick, what movie is it? No, not Annie Hall, but Tsai Ming-liang's experimental softcore rom-com musical horror satire The Wayward Cloud (2005).

Me! he says, hand on his chest. Actually, his shirt. And there, perhaps, The question.