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Saturday, October 10, 2009, 2:26 PM
In the city of blinding lights
So we ditch the movie and decide that we're better off just exploring the sudden development of the town. Thank god for pasta. Before the contouristic building was nothing more than bleak white fences, obscene to the beauty of the rest of the road. But sprung from within, a thousand fireflies light up the city, they're advertising in the sky for people like us. It feels like nothing else in the world matters, our temporary liberation as we shed the skins wrapped around us 9 months ago. No need for second glances tonight, smile for the camera. A couple hundred times. Don't look before you laugh, look ugly in a photograph, flash bulbs purple irises but the camera can't see. So why do you care? We wander like tourists, talking to strangers as any person would. From halfway across the globe. Watch them frown in confusion as we thank them in their provincial tone. We laugh and line ourselves up, sweeping the cobble-stone pavements chasing lights with our lenses. The sounds of a thousand different radios echo around us, we find a familiar tune and contemplate stopping dead in our tracks to busk, getting lose change from fools to buy ourselves some pity. A thousand colours shine at us from all around, seeping in like sunny-side-ups stabbed with forks. The camera never seems to shut up, picture after picture till it feels like our souls have been sucked into the vortex of our kodak moments. It gets late and we have homes to report to. So we dive into the belly of the beast that slips beneath the curve of the earth, connecting this miniscule dot on the world map together. We disperse again, like a drop of ink thrown into water from a paper cup. Soon, the rest are gone and it's just you and me again. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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