i-dont-know-us.mov Sarah Licht
your eyes soften when pixelated, frozen while the tape skips another beat, us alone, a moment precious enough for parents delight. did i tell you how i wished that playground would burn, melt rusted swings into something more beautiful than two actors could ever be?
maybe we never were real, photographs filtered to show us as innocence blossomed then nipped in the bud. maybe i never learned how to show you that artificiality is not a flaw but a function of survival. we all have flesh we hide behind pixels, scars unwilling to see the light of day.
i cant see us in this scene, two forms chasing clouds soaked in green squares. why is it wrong to keep playing pretend? all we can do is cling to what we wish soared above and chase it until sandaled feet drop in exhaustion and the tape finally gives way to darkness.
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