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The rainman in you is revolting against the brick noise, the noxious perfume of urban exhaustion, the incredible closeness of your greatest love and persecutor whose familiarity and warmth is the dawn of your daily undoing, against a radio in the lucid evacuation of everything tuned to a channel for the chronically unwashed announcing a spill on the road and, wouldn’t you know it, the tissue in your pocket half stiff with blood and mucus isn’t enough to put a dent in the mess of it all. What’s not a misery is how this movie, it ends, but it needs and needs a few more minutes to tie up loose threads and avoid the anger of an audience hungry for what— is what you don’t understand. Maybe it’s you they want fighting on your way home the urge to step into traffic, into a flash of white light creeping up on your right that you, neither fixed nor fragrant with a desperate will to live, make silent peace with. As if by some mercy you’d be granted a way out, when, let’s face it tiger, you were only ever looking for a way in.
I love love love this! And those last 2 lines ♥️