Thee Oh Sees - "Wicked Park"

"Put your hands in the dirt," he said sharply, the tiny camera whirred and that meant business. She pressed her hands, white lace gloves, in the dirt like she were kneading dough. "Good," he said, and moved the camera closer. It was one of those cameras that looked like a boxy laser gun, without a proper viewfinder, he couldn't really know what the picture would look like. They walked through a field and to a fence, her black velvet dress getting streaked with dew from the tall grass. Her feet were wet and sore through the shoes. She thought about eating dinner while she climbed the fence, the camera whirring. "What will you do with this?" "I'll edit it," he said, and of course she knew that but his tone kept her from asking any further. She thought he had wanted her to be his actress because he liked her, but he was not acting that way now. The sky was moving quickly and the lace felt silly over her eyes. What were they even doing out here? Summer almost over and the August heat soaked into the ground and was starting to disappear. It seemed like they were putting gestures and guesses into this whirring jar, for later, and what would they look like? They would probably look exactly like what they were. Kneading the earth like dough, standing on a fence post, and walking in grass. It's likely, she thought, that memories are most suited to decay, since they too are organic matter, like vegetables or pets or food.

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