After the Dark
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Eyes mark the shape of the city.
Through the eyes of a high-flying night bird, we take in the scene from midair. In our broad sweep, the city looks like a single gigantic creature—or more like a single collective entity created by many intertwining organisms. Countless arteries stretch to the ends of its elusive body, circulating a continuous supply of fresh blood cells, sending out new data and collecting the old, sending out new consumables and collecting the old, sending out new contradictions and collecting the old. To the rhythm of its pulsing, all parts of the body flicker and flare up and squirm. Midnight is approaching, and while the peak of activity has passed, the basal metabolism that maintains life continues undiminished, producing the basso continuo of the city's moan, a monotonous sound that neither rises nor falls but is pregnant with foreboding.
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Even at a time like this, the street is bright enough and filled with people coming and going—people with places to go and people with no place to go; people with a purpose and people with no purpose; people trying to hold time back and people trying to urge it forward.
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The mask possesses equal levels of sorcery and functionality. It has been both handed down from ancient times with darkness and sent back from the future with light.
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"What makes the mask truly eerie is that even though it fits the face like a second skin, it prevents us from even imagining (if anything) the person within is thinking, feeling or planning. Is the man's presence a good thing? A bad thing? Are his thoughts straight? Twisted? Is the mask meant to hide him? Protect him? We have no clue."
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Between the time the last train leaves and the first train arrives, the place changes: it’s not the same as in daytime.
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[…] time moves in its own special way in the middle of the night, […]
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“Look, it’s the middle of the night. There won’t be any trains running till morning. What’s the hurry?”
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The sound of the needle tracing the record groove. The languorous, sensual music of Duke Ellington. Music for the middle of the night.
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"Not that the man himself feels lonely where he is at the moment: he prefers it this way."
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Wherever the intention of each might lie, we are together being carried along at the same speed down the same river of time.
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You send the music deep enough into your heart so that it makes your body undergo a kind of a physical shift, and simultaneously the listener's body also undergoes the same kind of physical shift. It's giving birth to that kind of shared state.
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"The way Ryan O'Neal does it, living in poverty can be kind of elegant—wearing a thick white sweater, throwing snowballs with Ali McGraw, Francis Lai’s sentimental music playing in the background. But something tells me I wouldn't fit the part. For me, poverty would be just plain poverty. I probably couldn't even get the snow to pile up for me like that."
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All we have to do is separate from the flesh, leave all substance behind, and allow ourselves to become a conceptual point of view devoid of mass. With that accomplished, we can pass through any wall, leap over any abyss.
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If dying meant being shut up alone inside a vacant room in an isolated office building, it was too utterly lacking any hope of salvation.
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*I’m a lump of flesh, a commercial asset*, her rambling thoughts tell her. Suddenly she is far less sure that she is herself.
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