Reflections: Mirrors
The shining surfaces reverberate with the echo of her frightened joy. There are dozens of hands waving on the screen, before giving way to the camera as it moves after their owners - all unprofessional dancers. They scream and kick and jump and twitch, wearing tutus. She walks among them wide-eyed, brave yet fearful, leading them all to a certain death on the block. Because nobody ever said she couldn't. (In the inanity of the notion is the very nanity.)
Silver tambourines join the cacophony and there are carcrashes every which way and the guy who married the Japanese hippie - he's singing his song wearing his black glasses. As usual, of course.
[I have a theory that the world's favouritest wizard boy is based on him. Look at his glasses.]
And I relax, of course, and I float downstream-- but it is scary. John the Baptist says, "It is not dying, it is not dying--" and I believe him, but the sunrise distracts me, and he is gone. It goes slowly though (the heavenly editor must have put the Video Speed on -50), and I am all - hey, what's with the parenthetical asides? Then reappears John the Cool Guy and dips me deep in the water, saying, "Don't believe all the shit you see-- because, you see, the Me you saw before wasn't really Me. And even the Me you're seeing now - it's all ontological bullcrap, really(.)"
I am floored.
Silver tambourines join the cacophony and there are carcrashes every which way and the guy who married the Japanese hippie - he's singing his song wearing his black glasses. As usual, of course.
[I have a theory that the world's favouritest wizard boy is based on him. Look at his glasses.]
And I relax, of course, and I float downstream-- but it is scary. John the Baptist says, "It is not dying, it is not dying--" and I believe him, but the sunrise distracts me, and he is gone. It goes slowly though (the heavenly editor must have put the Video Speed on -50), and I am all - hey, what's with the parenthetical asides? Then reappears John the Cool Guy and dips me deep in the water, saying, "Don't believe all the shit you see-- because, you see, the Me you saw before wasn't really Me. And even the Me you're seeing now - it's all ontological bullcrap, really(.)"
I am floored.