“I have big plans for you n’ me, kid.”
Finger painting one line across a wall. What does that even mean? The paint stays under your fingers for days. Imagine a video recording where you can hear the film rolling and clicking and jamming. There is nothing but natural light and that’s the way that it should be. Yet, the soft glow of out of focus bulbs. Electric signs blinking, trying with all their might to stay on. Music playing from another room but it’s turned up enough to just reach your chair, floating in and out of ears and around the sweat induced curls on your head. I’m going to go fall asleep on a hard wooden floor for a while and imagine the white brick walls of Never Neverland.