Stop motion still life.
steampunk exposition.
This installation gets no reaction.
for all of the clocks are broken.
During the Great Depression,
a hot air balloon .
drops anchor in the distance.
Back from the future .
to exist in the moment's presence.
The vacuumless air .
so stagnant .
that you could detect.
The twitch of a leaf.
Nevertheless, that never happens. You're faced with a realisation .
that you're just a part of this piece.
A microcosmic observer.
of a microscopic section of canvas,
but a twinkle in the eye .
of your father's panoramic perspective.
Time here is measured.
in the most minuscule increments.
It takes an approximate forever.
for one rotation around the centre.
of the universe.
In an attempt to expand your vision. and bare witness to the grand
Magnificence,
you once again abscond .
from this plastic prison,
but only wind up fast forward.
In a blink of your existence,
retrace your steps.
all the way back to to the point of origin. and make it fast .
before I go and lose control again.
I've got a headache from hell.
and paper thin patience .
so don't make me yell Right now.
my temper is dangerous.
The whole forest evacuates.
in a massive migration.
in an effort to grant me some peace. Until I've sudued my cranium.
Only good music.
could remedy the mood.
Nothing on the radio.
qualifies for the servitude.
My tastes are so rare and refined.
That they're exclusively mine.
So bear that in mind.
before you tune that dial or rewind .
another broken record love song.
I shall not spare your life.
And now you've had fair warning.
in the form of this caring advice.
Stop motion still life .
steam punk exposition.
This installation gets no reaction.
for all the clocks are broken .
During the Great Depression.
A hot air balloon drops anchor.
in the distance.
Back from the future .
to exist in the moment's presence.
The vacuumless air so stagnant.
