Humans have shadows.
They go to the movies and get rid of them for a while; The lights dim and they cease to exist, the people vanish into unreality.
Stories unfold on the screen. Heroes, Villains; Love and War. 24 frames every second, each one revealing more of the plot, and its participants.
These characters never have any shadows; How could they? They exist only in a flat plane, the imaginings of light upon 0.14 millimetres of celluloid.
At the end, as the credits roll, The soft theater lights reveal dark, stumbling figures towards the bottom of the screen. Now, however, created by flesh, blood and bone... their movements gaining surety as the minds that control them, return to reality.
They go to the movies and get rid of them for a while; The lights dim and they cease to exist, the people vanish into unreality.
Stories unfold on the screen. Heroes, Villains; Love and War. 24 frames every second, each one revealing more of the plot, and its participants.
These characters never have any shadows; How could they? They exist only in a flat plane, the imaginings of light upon 0.14 millimetres of celluloid.
At the end, as the credits roll, The soft theater lights reveal dark, stumbling figures towards the bottom of the screen. Now, however, created by flesh, blood and bone... their movements gaining surety as the minds that control them, return to reality.
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