03 // video // getting my ass in this event, wat
[Cohen's room has already gotten a little ridiculous. It's draped in purple, with floor to ceiling windows that display the night sky; there are huge cracks in the glass, as though someone has tried to break his way out. And it's big - big enough for the grand piano, the king-sized bed, the easels, the questionable rabbit-mask decor.]
Shut up!
[Cohen fits in perfectly with its overblown grandeur. But he doesn't look comfortable, not at all. The screaming sounds like a Little Sister - he's killed one or two in his time, and he can't clamp down on both the remnants of guilt and the associative cravings. There's already an empty bottle lying beside a crack in the wall where he hurled it. Besides, the damn noise is disturbing his work.]
Shut up!
[Cohen stands in the middle of several unfinished, unhappy-looking paintings. He works furiously at that last one, paint everywhere, his taut, hunched back to the camera. A gramophone on a small table is blasting out Wagner, but it drowns out neither the child's screams nor Cohen's increasingly horrified answers.]
Shut up before I find you AND FUCKING MAKE YOU SHUT UP!
Shut up!
[Cohen fits in perfectly with its overblown grandeur. But he doesn't look comfortable, not at all. The screaming sounds like a Little Sister - he's killed one or two in his time, and he can't clamp down on both the remnants of guilt and the associative cravings. There's already an empty bottle lying beside a crack in the wall where he hurled it. Besides, the damn noise is disturbing his work.]
Shut up!
[Cohen stands in the middle of several unfinished, unhappy-looking paintings. He works furiously at that last one, paint everywhere, his taut, hunched back to the camera. A gramophone on a small table is blasting out Wagner, but it drowns out neither the child's screams nor Cohen's increasingly horrified answers.]
Shut up before I find you AND FUCKING MAKE YOU SHUT UP!