"I am your father. Remember me in this light."
This post is a little iffy, but I don't seem to give a shit about that so here goes:
Inside the warehouse, the theme park extends into darkness. I arrive with me boys and wife. We purchase tickets and are lead to the Room of Great Darkness where we wait in line in the darkness. At the end of this room is a narrow flickering of dim neon, but we must wait our turn in line, even though we have no idea how long the line is because we are engulfed in darkness.
When the waiting ends we join the others on the Circling Stage. It appears we have been on the Circling Stage the entire time but didn't realize it because of the darkness and the invariability of the distant neon dull. Only the strobe holograms make us aware of our presence on the Circling Stage and as the consistency of the strobes light more of our environment we find stairs that lead to the Center of the Circling Stage. We move with the floor shifting below us, in this case, the floor is made of black indoor/outdoor carpet, the kind we have in our entry way, it has a specific name and when I realize it I will come back to this blog and edit. But find us now, in the Center of the Circle Stage, amongst the strangers.
The Neon Dull has grown more distant and there is the vague notion that if we could reach it a spaceship would be waiting for us. We never make it, because as we circle closer, the flickering Room of Great Darkness is lifted to house lights and accompanied with the message that all must leave the Circling Stage and the theme park altogether.
As we leave an employee of the theme park walks us out and tells us how stupid she finds the theme park especially the Room of Great Darkness. "It's just a rotating disc in a room with a strobe light flashing and illuminating a badly drawn mural."
I missed this part: when my family and I were on our way from the outer Circling Stage to the Center of the Circling Stage we paused at the top of the stairs and did a little Rockette dance to the Ben Folds playing in the room.
Anyway, as we leave the building I try and convince the theme park employee that I truly did enjoy the Land of Darkness. I am worried that she is on the verge of going postal, or in this case themal. We leave the theme park and I noticed elaborate garbage cans. Theme park garbage cans. I think, undeep: garbage cans are such a problem for theme parks.
Cut to next scene and I'm on top of outcropping of rocks looking out to sea. The sun is low in the sky, casting bright, warm light, it's what photographers call "golden hour." I'm with Jean-Paul Belmondo and Anna Karina and my extended family. I am preparing to leave with the two french actors on a hang-glider. I know I will not be coming back. I grab my sons one at a time, pull their heads to mine, hug them, look them in the eye and tell them: "I am your father. Remember me in this light." No one knows this is the last time they will see me, no one is upset except Adam who is crying into his mothers shirt. I pause at this and then jump off the cliff.
Inside the warehouse, the theme park extends into darkness. I arrive with me boys and wife. We purchase tickets and are lead to the Room of Great Darkness where we wait in line in the darkness. At the end of this room is a narrow flickering of dim neon, but we must wait our turn in line, even though we have no idea how long the line is because we are engulfed in darkness.
When the waiting ends we join the others on the Circling Stage. It appears we have been on the Circling Stage the entire time but didn't realize it because of the darkness and the invariability of the distant neon dull. Only the strobe holograms make us aware of our presence on the Circling Stage and as the consistency of the strobes light more of our environment we find stairs that lead to the Center of the Circling Stage. We move with the floor shifting below us, in this case, the floor is made of black indoor/outdoor carpet, the kind we have in our entry way, it has a specific name and when I realize it I will come back to this blog and edit. But find us now, in the Center of the Circle Stage, amongst the strangers.
The Neon Dull has grown more distant and there is the vague notion that if we could reach it a spaceship would be waiting for us. We never make it, because as we circle closer, the flickering Room of Great Darkness is lifted to house lights and accompanied with the message that all must leave the Circling Stage and the theme park altogether.
As we leave an employee of the theme park walks us out and tells us how stupid she finds the theme park especially the Room of Great Darkness. "It's just a rotating disc in a room with a strobe light flashing and illuminating a badly drawn mural."
I missed this part: when my family and I were on our way from the outer Circling Stage to the Center of the Circling Stage we paused at the top of the stairs and did a little Rockette dance to the Ben Folds playing in the room.
Anyway, as we leave the building I try and convince the theme park employee that I truly did enjoy the Land of Darkness. I am worried that she is on the verge of going postal, or in this case themal. We leave the theme park and I noticed elaborate garbage cans. Theme park garbage cans. I think, undeep: garbage cans are such a problem for theme parks.
Cut to next scene and I'm on top of outcropping of rocks looking out to sea. The sun is low in the sky, casting bright, warm light, it's what photographers call "golden hour." I'm with Jean-Paul Belmondo and Anna Karina and my extended family. I am preparing to leave with the two french actors on a hang-glider. I know I will not be coming back. I grab my sons one at a time, pull their heads to mine, hug them, look them in the eye and tell them: "I am your father. Remember me in this light." No one knows this is the last time they will see me, no one is upset except Adam who is crying into his mothers shirt. I pause at this and then jump off the cliff.
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