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TV Static. Oak, dark; snow, white. A modest hotel in a modest hamlet in a modest province of a massive country. Let's say Germany, although it doesn't quite matter. You'd move around a lot, after all. Dust races up the hallway, coalescing in some inaccessible inwards dark each time the glass door opens itself. Eight eyes wander aimlessly, the ninth and tenth locked in some or other discussion with…
To fell one addiction, I've fallen into another, for this heart cannot rest, unless accompanied by yours.
If asked what bliss is, I'd say: A winter's morning, a broken heater, a cheap duvet, a single bed, and you, unchanged.
Dozens of dozens of dozens of dozens ; rats race through sterile hallways composed of the artificial, coalescing the abstract, upholstering the unreal. Misery, oh abject misery, to be a rodent. The rat questions not the hoop it jumps through, it only asks how high, how low, how close, how far, how much fucking longer until I get my time. To question that end is a fools endeavour; focus on the…
An unjust devotion to the just, loud and undignified. Oh how fortunate is Lady Justice, were it not for her blindness she would surely resent such a twisted effigy to Law's child. A perversion of her preachings, dispensing injustice to all who lay eyes upon its crude, nay cruel construction. Ancient bricks seep the ancient history of ancient forefathers, unwavering in ancient ideals into ancient…
Above it all I miss the warmth. The vast, vast warmth, The naked, terrible, rich warmth. One thousand frames, one thousand tapes, Twenty five frames, twenty four hours. The vast, vast warmth, The frigid, poor, lifeless warmth. A shattered lens; In absentia, Forever, forever.