The area around a vintage cabinet is surrounded by a nearly invisible shield where time stands still. There is a thick plume of smoke emanating from the cabinet and grows bigger and bigger. One man is on the outside of that shield and records what he can find on a camcorder for research purposes. The more the plume of smoke (resembling an underwater iceberg) reaches out, the more the shield has to claim new territory. The man steps backwards as delicately as possible. A creepy song plays as we cut out.
I felt like a wreck trying to walk to the bus. My body's in pieces and I'm told that I hope to get better. Meanwhile I fall apart. There's no sinking ships here - just empty vessels. There's no use in florid language when I describe what's really happening. Physio appointments, subjects of pain. Moments of wondering if this is real or just another example of a photogenic death. No one reads you anyway, it's all just for show. But the part that wins is the part that dies. Bone structure and muscle tightness. Linking the two together so that they become stones. The rest become like glass. Rehabilitation of destruction. Seismic shifts in disintegration. And we build our laws on shifting politics of stupidity. Hip to hip Heart to heart Who knows that we're all Just fallling apart And in these silent moments, I feel so stupid that I only wish it would end. A pill, a cream or something stronger. Tomorrow's another day. Another day to repeat the same...
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