about about a month ago
The difference between reality and ideology is a sprawling consideration of the concussion of an old woman twitching and sputtering all over the floor. Ideally, this would have happened at a different time and place. Maybe when she expected this, when she accepted the thought she was pointlessly fighting off: her anti-ambulatory ideal spitting right back into her face as the puddle of the apple juice she dropped while collapsing spread around her fetal positioned body.
She snored fearlessly, a narcoleptic's worst nightmare. But it could have just been her choking on her fluids --not enough oxygen-- her blood pressure falling into an abyss of bystanders' snickerings.
After, would she understand what her reality was?
They, the paramedics, the security would call Henry as she opposed the ambulance still not being able to recall her age (how old is she?), still not understanding exactly what happened as the faint and the bang probably still echoed in her mind as her head throbbed.
The professor would say, the reality of this scene would probably be best represented in a flatness circumscribing her.
Can one show motion in a two dimensional medium while still portraying pain, collapse, and clarity?
This was the cubists vision from a all angles and times, whispered the muse.
She snored fearlessly, a narcoleptic's worst nightmare. But it could have just been her choking on her fluids --not enough oxygen-- her blood pressure falling into an abyss of bystanders' snickerings.
After, would she understand what her reality was?
They, the paramedics, the security would call Henry as she opposed the ambulance still not being able to recall her age (how old is she?), still not understanding exactly what happened as the faint and the bang probably still echoed in her mind as her head throbbed.
The professor would say, the reality of this scene would probably be best represented in a flatness circumscribing her.
Can one show motion in a two dimensional medium while still portraying pain, collapse, and clarity?
This was the cubists vision from a all angles and times, whispered the muse.