Deeply therapeutic. Especially those final ten minutes. It feels good to hyperventilate at the end of movies sometimes.
Half past midnight. That in-between state of awake and asleep. Exhausted from a day of attempted interaction. I drift off and a sudden scream pulls me back in. A daughter is killed. A brother too. Sexual gratification in its most purest form. An arm is cut off, people are shot, a daughter is spared. A boxing match lost. Betrayal and acceptance, revenge and regret. Empty dark hallways imbued with red lights with patterns of dragons and snake-like shapes. A lullaby…