Monday, June 25, 2012
Entertainers
The sun sets. The stage has been set. The performance has begun. The human eye is weak, so the performer must conjure up a brilliant color. Electric green. Rhythmically, they dance, hover, fly in patterns that have been set through ancient tradition and animal instinct. Instinct we have long forgotten, and now rediscover. Their movement is slow, as if struck by a terrible burden. The burden of disregard and disinterest. No, this night was theirs.
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Did you get the chance to watch some fireflies tonight, Shobhik? I really like your writing here. Nice details, and then a very thoughtful response. "Electric green. Rhythmically, they dance, hover, fly in patterns that have been set through ancient tradition and animal instinct." Nicely put. The quality of thought in a piece is usually just as important as the language of a piece.
ReplyDeleteHaha thanks Bobby! I did get a chance to see them because they usually come out at like 6. And I totally agree with you.
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