Shadows and Cotton Candy
(1st in a series of ‘flash logos stripping’ — prose/dialogue/open logos space)
Not sure when cotton candy was invented, made, concocted or such but I will say it’s sure fun and annoying..did I say, annoying?.. yes indeed annoying; it’s what you have if your not having something else just not good for ya at the movie theater. It’s there to remind you this ain’t your classroom office kitchen.. this is the movie theatre, this is entertainment, this is where we get high on a story and sometimes fire up the soul furnace — yes it wanes and then comes back — the cerebral screen gets titillated and just maybe you come out feeling like everything’s different
..rockets across the sky..
..now you’re ready for the shadows..
A little bit like America, no? Fun when things go a little your way, or a lot and you find yourself in a materiality blitz at the top of the world or just sailing along with some minor success — you got your health and it’s ok to be self-regarding cause nothing tells you otherwise — with a soft smirk fixed like honey on a cool day sitting there on the face of your soul
Annoying? But why would sweetness pure sweetness spun and made in the USA be ‘annoying’ ? Invented and sold here. It’s pure Americana, this cotton candy stuff — fluffy sweet never meant to nourish your body but stingle your mind
Annoying because it’s sticky, it sticks and whatever it touches it sticks to and history is getting too sticky and the present too. Can we just be let be and walk through the historical present without definition, pin, tag, label, whatnot..just be para-timely, or something like that?
..maybe, just don’t want to leave the movie with it all over me.
But it’s there and we find it when we get home, that just still sticky feeling between our fingers.
All the news, the bad news, the quasi-real news — facts that are facts but pass through us neutrino-ishly because they don’t really have any mass, just seems so — and the ‘just there’ sitting unpleasantly in front of us; it stays and we can’t wash it out of the involuting gyri and sulci of our fibrous unfeeling head-stuff.
Get me some cool spring water!
How can we tolerate all that sweet nothingness? It’s so good when it’s there at the right time. But cotton candy in the morning? Hmm… and endless useful content?
Where is the cool water? Where is cool time?.. Where is a day, a week, time that is unobserved, unrecorded?
