Sometimes it's too much.
They are pushing each other out of the way of the oncoming headlights not so that they can save their friends from being crushed, but so that they can steal the light. Being discreet is akin to being dead. Nobody notices you, and nobody remembers you unless they are triggered to do so.
Irony is that nobody will remember you, anyway. This is a patch-work city with hitch-hiking hearts. I don't think I want to leave until I'm ready. I'm not ready. I'm looking to you, girl. Show me how to maintain. Take me to your room and mold me...
Pose for the camera. Yeah, just like that. Contort your body a little. Invert that knee. Tilt your head. Stare through the lens. Look careless. Go limp. Off the shoulder. Rip the lace. Tuck the shirt. Roll the cuff. Light the cigarette. Drink the wine. Crush the pill.
Alright, editing stage. Crop it a little bit. Take down the saturation and the contrast. Make it lo-fi, baby. Yeah. You know this is what they want.
We're taught that we're not good enough the second we can understand. Make yourself better. Grab that official knowledge and put it in a frame. Go to a third world country and feel good about yourself. Don't be idle. He died for us, you know.
