We remember the film. It started with light, the projector burnt the celluloid,and the smell filled the small theater. We remember the headaches we gotwhen the image filtered through smoke to the blank white screen. Bodieswrithed in heat. Both in the theater, and in the film. We remember whensomeone in the theater started to scream, when someone realized that thedoor was locked, when the smoke parted to reveal flame. We rememberhow the smell of smoke gave way to the smell of flesh.the only sound was meltthe only body was stillnew light | screen| air| spaceWe remember the cries, the way our skin felt as it blacked into stiff, thesweat from our brow. We remember the experience of bodies pushingagainst one another, an attempt at force. What we do not remember arethe films’ images.
I think we need to do a project together about a cinema burning down.
i'm down. above is the opening fragment of a manuscript that i have no idea what to do with, haha.
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