Thursday, December 09, 2010

Game Time

The roar

is
deafening.

Everyone
is
up in arms.


Anticipation
is
neither heavy,
nor light;

it just is.


We're waiting.


32 minutes

can make all the difference.


Does it really matter?


That's
up to you.

There's only
one thing

left to do.


Get the lights.
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4 comments:

Reogan said...

Thirty-two minutes? That's forever. Madonna only had four to save the world.


If I didn't know what this was about, I'd like it a lot more. It's one of those cases of specificity draining potency.

December 29, 2010 2:41 AM
Elphaba said...

I have no idea what this is referencing specifically, but it reminds me of the wait before the lights go up on a play. The actors wait backstage, the audience chats as they wait for the show... Good stuff. I like it. :)

March 15, 2011 5:08 PM
Reogan said...

Elphaba, that view gives me a new love for this. Thank you.

March 21, 2011 7:32 PM
Elphaba said...

You're welcome.

March 22, 2011 7:24 AM

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