| an analogy. |
[05 Feb 2007|09:21pm] |
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beck - all in your mind |
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it's a familiar scene out of a movie.
the protagonist stands solo in a darkened corner of a trendy nightclub - choice of poison in his hand, and cigarette on his pale lips. he's the understated kind of cool. the kind of guy women don't usually want to fuck until they "got to know him better" and realised what a "nice guy" he was.
in the foreground, strobe lights hit a multitude of twosomes, threesomes, and moresomes on the dance floor - it's a frenzy of green, pink and red human silhouettes. a group of people wave but our guy in the back ignores his friends. he takes another sip from his glass, and lets the alcohol roll down his throat.
at this moment, a dramatic time lapse takes over.
the pulse drops suddenly. grinding bodies and flashing lights melt slowly into one another while our hero inhales deeply, and takes the final drag of his cigarette. he's the only one moving in real time at 24 frames per second. all around him, it becomes more and more indistinguishable and he doesn't know where he is anymore.
his lone figure however, becomes increasingly obvious.
so he closes his eyes, tilts his head back against the concrete wall, and exhales. smoke leaks from his lips and disappears into the strange, slow-motioned landscape before him.
as the cigarette stub falls from his fingers, his eyes open, and for the millionth time, his heart sinks. he is faced with a solitude he knows, but is unable to cope with.
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