The film flickers to life under a dim star-patched sky near motionless the characters play out their charade. The film dies out, burning away their memories going up in flames seemed the best way to go, and the flames? They tingled and mingled with chemicals and danced into the night air. What of the characters? They, unbeknown to their dim-witted brains lifelessly characterize themselves with the stars never to be seen again. The backboard which the film hit its light on that was the only time it lived in those moments, when it was watched and seen that only time it lived, when the characters lived on it- when the characters were living for it. Each shutter of the film burned away, burning the memory of the characters -but they still play on in their imaginary world- and burning the life of the backboard out.
XxFragmented_RealityxX · Sun Apr 19, 2009 @ 03:21pm · 0 Comments |