It’s Almost an Hour

Celluloid Trances

In an existentialist
surrender, he journeyed nakedly past night. The emotional weight of everything
was recalled in the cartoonish reflections of his tilted head, balanced in his
hands, while his skin began to lose feeling, sinking into the cavalcade of
frosty wind blowing right beside him.

“And there was
youth, and there was wilderness, and freedom, while everything was a zero”

And while everything
was a mark, on the abscissa of life metallically rising, it was staining the
truth that was colouring the montage of memories in red, blue and yellow drops
of paint. Barefoot, he marched thru the handsome streets paved with flags of
Burger King, and McDonalds. As a form of personal rebellion, and self-appealing
protest, someone took them off and handed them to whoever looked worthy. He was
worthy, of unreality, at least.

“I was there, and it
was crazy as the day isn’t long enough to…

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