I didn't imagine it so much like the video: the dramatic stuff in slow motion,
boring parts where you fast forward, the stupid obvious music but you cry anyway.
Watching this come apart mid air like a marriage in a country song
as zombie movies have accustomed us. Close up shots, back story and nice composition that tells you someone is about to get his throat torn out. In our quiet neighborhoods
we can see people crucified on camera, wondering idly if they argued with their kids
or had a secret romance, or liked to tell stories. I wondered how it would feel
when the power ran out, or the momentum, or luck or whatever, would feel conditional future as not likely, no bug-out plan, grain mill, ammo storage, embarrassment for those in charge, prayer. I didn't imagine it like the video:
the London fire, slowly spreading out of Pudding Lane, no water mains, no fire trucks,
just a few raggedy bucket brigades snaking from the Thames, two weeks lighting up the city, except this time everybody just sits there and burns.
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