i’m actually extremely full of myself and selfish. i’m just passive about it - it doesn’t come out directly.
The blue sky turns crimson and the ground underneath me shifts and bends. Four demons howl at the moon and I gaze at myself through a kaleidoscopic haze. I try frantically to communicate at myself. Grab at the straws of an identity so removed from me that the eye contact I share with it makes me shiver. The demons come out from the haze and ascend into the crimson sky. I tell myself many things but there is no preparation or comforting for watching yourself end.
I stand on a boulder and gaze at my body being torn asunder by the violent Earth below. Limbs breaking, skin ripping. I hadn’t breathed in months but I heard the tremendous burst of air squeezed from my body. Gravel mixing in with the blood that has crusted to the walls of my veins. No one tells you that your life is violent. No one tells you that it’s ends just as violently.
The demons howl again. The Earth bends and folds. Building upon the reckless hate it had been forming for the past ten hours or so. The demons float higher and higher. I feel the boulder, Monolith Turned Viewing Platform, jerk into the Ground. I stand in the air, with one hand on my shoulder. The hand digs its nails into my shoulder, deeper and deeper until i feel the Thumb and Index fingers of the hand meet near the inside of my chest. I turn my head to greet my guide, one of the demons from up above. The Demon howls one more time, and we fly to meet the other three demons. The demons and I regroup, and we begin our final ascent into the heart of The Sun
On Guard; a gentleman in khaki, 1900, Great Britain, by George Montbarde
gentlemaninkhaki, a special greeting for you!
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Vacation Village, Cap Camarat, France, 1960s
(J. Renaudie, P. Riboulet, G. Thurnauer, J.L. Veret)