Iron wrought
Lynch couldn't paint it in more surreal colours. Michael Bay would revel in the spectacle. A pastoral scene, hedgerows and sunsets. House on the hill, manor-esq and presiding over. Here with a group. Interiors laid out like the libraries of my youth. Museums and archaic decor. A 20 foot Scarab Beetle, iron wrought, with a pin through it's back nailing it to the case. Glass walled, like the Brachiosaur at the Natural History Museum. The place was dim-lit and I had no idea what I was doing there. Any of us.
We heard shuffling from between the corridors, and the beetle was animated, prancing about, wrenching itself from the pin which speared it. We ran as it kicked over the pathetic glass functions- there to keep in or out? Up twirling corridors, through doors which made no sense, and I was lost, alone. Split up from a group.. A hall of mirrors, cisterns laid out. I close my eyes, and suddenly everyone appears, inexplicably...
We heard shuffling from between the corridors, and the beetle was animated, prancing about, wrenching itself from the pin which speared it. We ran as it kicked over the pathetic glass functions- there to keep in or out? Up twirling corridors, through doors which made no sense, and I was lost, alone. Split up from a group.. A hall of mirrors, cisterns laid out. I close my eyes, and suddenly everyone appears, inexplicably...