0
The Tao of Virgil Sollozzo by Jennifer Martelli
The Tao of Virgil Sollozzo Look at my veiny hands. Look at the bare trees’ branches— we’re holding up the winter sky, giving it back its darkness. A pack of menthol cigarettes, a half empty bic lighter; cleaned out clam shell found on the beach by the stone calendar. In the movie, the doomed…