[Broadcast Mind; Video]
[There isn’t much to see in a backdrop of grays, of bricks, of overcast hues like the film on a muddy sandbox, but there’s enough, isn’t there? At least for a vague glance, there’s enough. Boots, thick and leather, fine and mass produced. The side of a dusty. indescript pant. A flash of colored glass. The grip of a hand, curled and bloody.
[But there’s something in the hand, something in the fingers, and the blood comes from that, that and not the body holding it like the trophy it is. It trickles off the held pointed beak of the whitened mask, drips to the city streets, leaves a trail of fat red dots like breadcrumbs to follow the way. In the monochrome colors, it’s the only thing bright, blinding, illuminated.
[Well, that and the blood it’s covered in.
[The steps continue, slow, thoughtful, sad. Not the footfalls of a serial killer. Not the motions of a heralded murderer. Not the movements of someone who enjoyed it.
[Just steps. Just steps in the darkness.
[And just like that, the mask is dropped, the boot falls on it, and grinds it to dust beneath the treaded heel. The wind picks it up a second later, whisking it into the air, and hiding the shadowed figure as it descends down the stairs, disappearing down, down, down.]
[But there’s something in the hand, something in the fingers, and the blood comes from that, that and not the body holding it like the trophy it is. It trickles off the held pointed beak of the whitened mask, drips to the city streets, leaves a trail of fat red dots like breadcrumbs to follow the way. In the monochrome colors, it’s the only thing bright, blinding, illuminated.
[Well, that and the blood it’s covered in.
[The steps continue, slow, thoughtful, sad. Not the footfalls of a serial killer. Not the motions of a heralded murderer. Not the movements of someone who enjoyed it.
[Just steps. Just steps in the darkness.
[And just like that, the mask is dropped, the boot falls on it, and grinds it to dust beneath the treaded heel. The wind picks it up a second later, whisking it into the air, and hiding the shadowed figure as it descends down the stairs, disappearing down, down, down.]