CHEZ BRIGEND

Another sea of clouds today bypassing above me. A sky that is consistent in crimson, returning the universe back into vacuum black. Shoes drag along the solidarity of feet and carriage skiing over a blazing waterfall of silhouettes. I'm awake as long as my right foot catches an ankle brace, that ultimately stumbles me over into these diversified bushes that at the time felt like a supple punch. Overall a hazy evening. Open door, mail box on my right, buzzer toward my left and an appealingly shallow knob in front of me. Twist and let's skip this part. The last floor of staircases. By now the soles beneath me have burned through the carpet like fading incense, leaving an aftertaste of withered cotton.

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Wiping the rims and lenses, completely utilizing the end tail from my cufflinks as a reminder. Glasses are off. Setting them beside an abandoned piece of plywood, distant from the household wooden door. These construction frames tilt and suspend heights above a piece of plywood.Touching the surfaces of the walls that casts taller than any given leaning facade reflecting in the focalized point of the lens creates this fall of descent of a landslide in its' prime. This form enwidens a scope of texture that creates this notion of impossibility. This image strolls back from a trail of nothingness and toward the hind temples as it pans beyond the bridge nose pads and pad arms much the same as a facial diagram. The trail ends before a giant figure of mass proportions holding a remote at a rear extending elbow. There were reverbing echoes, casual by touch on the hard casing. The visual implications of soft leathery buttons clicking in and out from a high tech microprocessor.

 

There is an emptiness to sit upon, a floor bed of grass to fall gently asleep to. Coarse and yet submissive. Falling prey to a flesh of signal glitches for a brief instant.

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Dangling from the temples with a slight jarring motion. There up ahead, a foot breaks for an interior inside an igloo for refuge. A wooden door with an exact angle, shape and form mirrors an escape route. Our only one. This was a mistake. In a corner there is actually another empty filled mold  far off to the side of the igloo. Each one could either be an entrance or an exit where anyone could just waltz in and do their business and leave. All tension built were soon outweighed from a rising brew of steam and the heat from a conventional oven.

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The glasses were off, setting then down in a corridor somewhere between a microwave window and a turntable baseplate. The advent release in temperture had caused the lenses to fog, among other things visible legibility to decline. But there were three familial sources of light. One was electrical. Another was very dull, still nostalgic though and was placed above a faucet. The dome shape of this bulb held mainly the relevance of decor and vagueness struck in every reflective vertices. physical endearment had no role to play here. It is a bypassing thought of an inquired conscience building to the rims of the lenses and down the temples once again. 

 

Footsteps prepare to encroach, this time a thumb is placed on the bridge while compressed against the monocle.The index finger and pinky clutches the centerfold hinge pieces as he walks from the igloo exit and into a cavernous hallway.

 

The glasses were, setting them aside a structure by the wayside onto a slick turf of rubble back in the corner the faintest of memories. Core shadows dance into a funnel shaped porcelain. Ricocheting  earthly deposits spewing outward like a fountain. In this place air becomes viral because it's so compact without needlessly moving. Heavy condensation becomes enough tread to feed the fungal toe jams and gentle enough to lurk through mysterious windows of navigation. The mountain is off into the distance, rubbing itself with a barricade of foam as seldom uprising precedes the sea level. Enmesh within a dam of ceramics, water seeps pushing across a bridge of feral rollercoasters crackling against the pavement. Sensible tranquil and quintessence of the lens.