💜 Lust World 💜 Lust for Life
The fog dissipates in the morning. A light blue parka, a matching handbag, and long, fake silver nails that glisten. Sitting on the train with her arms crossed and her nose up in the air, looking at a man holding a newspaper. Ego death. An owl swoops in and eats a mouse on top of a broken clock. A young couple evaporates in and out of the sunlight. Two people making out with cavities in their mouths. She sees the future. Vegas. Jumping out of the car, doing 100 miles per hour, dubstep prayers are bumping loudly, blessed be thy name DROP bdjdkjsnskdkdk, someone throws a frozen turkey at the window, vibrating whispers on the glass, eating key lime pie in the desert and finding her soulmate in the belly of a casino. All of that. The waves start to come in one after the other. Now she is really surfing. She reaches out slowly with her hand, scratching her fake nails against a proverbial chalkboard.
The ritual. All realities begin to happen at once. I fight them in my dreams. Standing in an illuminated sea of people. I hold her close. The singer is melodic. The crowd throws lottery tickets into the air. Scratch offs. We lose each other. The show ends. I meet her backstage and take her picture. She says, “life is 10% what happens and 90% how we react,” and I respond by telling her, “If they don’t offer you a seat at the table, start a food fight.” Thoughts bubble up from the universe’s subconscious. Should I build a table instead? She challenges me to a game of dice. I get snake eyes. Wondering how it turned out this way. Decadent luxury and meaningless intimacy.
Sebastian Sommer is a filmmaker based in NYC.
