INLAND EMPIRE - (Home can be scary.) Of course it’s scary! Everything he hears is awful. Every single time! He thinks it can’t get worse and then it does!
CONCEPTUALIZATION - (It’s a never ending cavalcade of horrors, always on its way to reach you.)
LOGIC - (Since when have you made him hear anything about Dora? Nothing recent…)
INLAND EMPIRE - (Her name still hurts you. Jean knows this, he’s stunning you with it. You’re unable to move on, unable to pull away from the memory of freezing ice slick streets and the looming shadow of the old silk mill. The winters are the worst. They’re always the worst.)
INLAND EMPIRE - (Bodies freeze in the gutter. The wind pulls and pushes endlessly against your raw skin. She tells you where she is bleeding and hurting. And you listen. And the people on the street stare when you scream and beat your knuckles bloody on brick walls. It never ends. From the windows of the old silk mill you can see a crumbling tenement building and you wonder how much longer you’ll be able to spot it on the grey skyline. Before it’s rubble.)
He makes a face as the kebab stand starts coming back to him. They really thought they’d gain some immunity to food poisoning from that shit.
PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - (Sound logic.)
HALF LIGHT - (It was maggot infested.)
“Maggots. That shit had fucking maggots in it…”
ENCYCLOPEDIA - (In an island off the coast of Messinia there is a cheese that is considered a rare delicacy, casu martzu. A kind of cheese made of sheep’s milk that is purposefully introduced to living fly larvae. It is served rancid and squirming with insect life.)
cw nasty food, insects
INLAND EMPIRE - (Home can be scary.)
Of course it’s scary! Everything he hears is awful. Every single time! He thinks it can’t get worse and then it does!
CONCEPTUALIZATION - (It’s a never ending cavalcade of horrors, always on its way to reach you.)
LOGIC - (Since when have you made him hear anything about Dora? Nothing recent…)
INLAND EMPIRE - (Her name still hurts you. Jean knows this, he’s stunning you with it. You’re unable to move on, unable to pull away from the memory of freezing ice slick streets and the looming shadow of the old silk mill. The winters are the worst. They’re always the worst.)
INLAND EMPIRE - (Bodies freeze in the gutter. The wind pulls and pushes endlessly against your raw skin. She tells you where she is bleeding and hurting. And you listen. And the people on the street stare when you scream and beat your knuckles bloody on brick walls. It never ends. From the windows of the old silk mill you can see a crumbling tenement building and you wonder how much longer you’ll be able to spot it on the grey skyline. Before it’s rubble.)
He makes a face as the kebab stand starts coming back to him. They really thought they’d gain some immunity to food poisoning from that shit.
PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - (Sound logic.)
HALF LIGHT - (It was maggot infested.)
“Maggots. That shit had fucking maggots in it…”
ENCYCLOPEDIA - (In an island off the coast of Messinia there is a cheese that is considered a rare delicacy, casu martzu. A kind of cheese made of sheep’s milk that is purposefully introduced to living fly larvae. It is served rancid and squirming with insect life.)