tales from an ordinary world

2003-06-05

It's a strange feeling watching cinema alone - the post-film hangover when you leave the dark room and walk out onto the street, stumbling almost, not knowing which way to look, what to think. People look at you funny, it seems, but you know it's just that you're wearing a different pair of eyes, now. Wait. This isn't lucidity, it's opacity. We only fool ourselves into thinking that we're seeing the world more clearly, when we're simply under the influence of video - a trick of the light, perhaps.

I crossed the street just to make the lights turn red, only this time nothing happened.