n/p envy - a will remains in the ashes
the boy closed his eyes and sighed in disbelief. he had been waiting for over ten minutes, but still the train showed no sign of leaving; all he wanted was to blank out his head and go home right now. when he opened his eyes, he took notice of the old woman across the compartment, showing an obvious disapproval of the sound leaking from his headphones. he paused the disc and put off his caps, to find out that the entire railroad car was now enwrapped by a serene stillness.
as he peered out of the window, he spotted a scene of a plastic bag taken by the wind, hovering just over the surface of the platform; as if a few frames of film were transmitted through an infinite loop. "american beauty," he nodded, the exact two words being softly repeated by the lips of the girl sitting opposite him.
the sudden attention astonished him. the girl slightly slanted her head and gazed at him with puzzling eyes. "just like in the movie, american beauty?" he faltered, "there's this scene where a boy shows a girl a video project he once did, filming the exact same thing, merely a plastic bag and nothing else for minutes on end." the girl smiled, clumsily lighting a cigarette. then, as the train took off, she whispered: "yeah. just like in the movie."
weekend in a nutshell:
friday: stormtrooper, the intoxicating redhead, drunkship of lanterns
saturday: 20 megavolt gig, sweat on the ceiling, drunkship of lanterns
sunday: sleeping @ beloved bed, sleeping @ rehearsal couch
"postweekend insomnia" is now available at your local bookstore.