[the forest drifts on, it narrows, it narrows, it narrows, it narrows it narrows it
opens up into a theater room, silver screen pressed high against the wall and seats worn with use. there's candy wrappers and discarded popcorn buckets strewn across the floor, and despite there being no movie played it's dark as if there's one on; the only light comes from the small points on the ground, leading one to sit in an aisle or, as one steps up, into the projector room itself.
...
subaru reclines there, hands on his stomach as he watches out the window to the darkened room, the black screen, with the film projector empty beside him. there's a number of canisters on the walls, labeled with fuzzy words that don't seem recognizable as any known language... until a word forms in your mind, and whatever that word is it calls, it beckons, it asks you take it from the wall.
...
he shrugs, seeming not to care about whatever word has been seen, and holds out his hand.]
Wanna watch a movie with me?
[...
it's because he has no "real" memories that each one he has now is important. ones from the life given to him, ones that he created himself, ones that surface bidden by questions asked by others... ones he's witnessed, that he has no right to anymore. they're all important.]
no subject
opens up into a theater room, silver screen pressed high against the wall and seats worn with use. there's candy wrappers and discarded popcorn buckets strewn across the floor, and despite there being no movie played it's dark as if there's one on; the only light comes from the small points on the ground, leading one to sit in an aisle or, as one steps up, into the projector room itself.
...
subaru reclines there, hands on his stomach as he watches out the window to the darkened room, the black screen, with the film projector empty beside him. there's a number of canisters on the walls, labeled with fuzzy words that don't seem recognizable as any known language... until a word forms in your mind, and whatever that word is it calls, it beckons, it asks you take it from the wall.
...
he shrugs, seeming not to care about whatever word has been seen, and holds out his hand.]
Wanna watch a movie with me?
[...
it's because he has no "real" memories that each one he has now is important. ones from the life given to him, ones that he created himself, ones that surface bidden by questions asked by others... ones he's witnessed, that he has no right to anymore. they're all important.]