There is a flickering of reel numbers
the electric whiteness of a screen more
numbers all of the expectation is in the breath
a man appears struggling across a white sqare
it is blindingly hot there is a crowd
in the distance he reels from side to side
has he been wounded? is he drunk? exhausted?
there is an auto shot of him from high up
tracking him as he staggers, more people,cycles
the sun swims up on the screen blindingly white
it is the end of the reel no music just the quick
click clicking of the projector half numbers nothing
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