14 mph || With Tired Eyes, Tired Minds, Tired Souls, We Slept || video
[The room is completely lit. Anthony is sitting on the floor, between his bed and his night table. He holds a half empty cup of coffee. There are bags under his eyes, those more perceptive might notice dried tears on his cheeks.
For the first time since arriving here he looks exactly how he feels. Like a tired, lost teenage boy who's all alone and in over his head.
He notices the device is on and his expression becomes guarded, then irritated.]
Like the Network doesn't have enough of posts on this curse.
[he snaps and turns off the device.]
For the first time since arriving here he looks exactly how he feels. Like a tired, lost teenage boy who's all alone and in over his head.
He notices the device is on and his expression becomes guarded, then irritated.]
Like the Network doesn't have enough of posts on this curse.
[he snaps and turns off the device.]