Catalog of Backgrounds
An amphetamine drive impossible distance in an unworkable time the drifting white lines nowhere after nowhere my mind all buzz buzz buzz the wavering news bulletins and pop songs the twinkling constellations of surveillance systems I can hear their insect chatter my skin crawls with algorithms.
In my movie life the heads of missing children stream into homes on every milk carton the little blue faces useful only for recognizing that what you love most will disappear a recognition that lay over you Marcel across Albertine reconstitute yourself around me as you awaken please don't go.
When the long low Holt Reinhardt horns come birds flicker in and out of being along with the segments of wire they perch on. Everyone has perfect pixie hair. Every movement trails veils of pink and yellow. Garlands of fine lines drift through the air. The sound is a crumpling instability.
Direction is someone who walks through a dream saying “This is a dream.” Direction is someone who moves outside of the dream and further into it at the same time.
The movie tracks the coastline of gesture and slows until another being tickled becomes Lee Harvey Oswald. Climates of violence blossom in every caress.
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A curious little sequence for your amusement from a new map of fading empire I'm working on.
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"Climates of violence blossom in every caress."
Yes.
Good piece - "Direction is someone who walks through a dream saying “This is a dream.” Direction is someone who moves outside of the dream and further into it at the same time." I like. *
"a crumpling instability" *FAVE*
thanks for having a look and for the lovely comments.
it's perversely fun to work a contemporary type of speed-addled sensory overload and re-direct allusions so they do things symmetrical with it.
Fascinating piece. *