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¶ Short of the Day #118: Le Partant

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Post by Carmel1379 » June 16th, 2017, 12:08 am

As a man walks steadfast, but seemingly without any goal, through a tumultuous city, the camera cuts to different more colourful names, details, "fun" features, and later what could probably be considered the protagonist's memories, or at least what springs up to his mind. Without presenting any insight into the character (what comes to mind that can be said about him is, I presume, "individualist"), I'm intuiting that every "fun" intercut isn't meant to highlight any significant change, in the sense that, when the short ends, it essentially feels like it did in the beginning, having looped. Nothing can be learnt from the anonymous (since aren't all those names simply covers of void?), rumbustious city, no understanding or sensibility other than mere "being" and traversing. The themes of Gilles's 'Absences répétées' are echoed.
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whom shall we find
Sufficient? who shall tempt with wand’ring feet
The dark unbottom’d infinite Abyss,
And through the palpable obscure find out
His uncouth way, or spread his aerie flight,
Upborn with indefatigable wings,
Over the vast abrupt, ere he arrive
The happy Ile?


Well here he is skidded out onto the Zone like a planchette on a Ouija board, and what shows up inside the empty circle in his brain might string together into a message, might not, he'll just have to see.

Nur dein Auge – ungeheuer / Blickt michs an, Unendlichkeit!
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