Celebration - "Shelter"

CCTV is quiet. "Bitch." Diamonds fly out of a second-storey window and into the street. A shower is taken, while drinking a beer. I bet some fell in the sewer. SKY blares bastards, cigarette smoke like terror alert. Amber, in the lamp, the stains on the wall left by the smoke between the pictures look like nuclear shadows. DVDs are half in boxes, the desk is partly emptied, cans stacked in a shaky pile. The way it looks when a border is planning to move but has not quite begun the process of packing. But no one here is going to move. "I'll be back later," track pants track jacket white shoes, gone. CCTV is mute, so a flaming car is just as loud as a new pair of bright white shoes. A close-up expression has no sound, or words, or closed-captioned text. It is simply bored, exhausted, or fed up. It has no faculty, no interest, to explain that it is bored, exhausted, or fed up.

[PWYC]

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(via Robert Popper)

(image by Jack van Wijk)