She entered the white walled structure. She spotted a monitor. It was seemingly a video of the room in which she now stood. Except she wasn’t present on this screen. So perhaps it’s a video of an empty room? She watches the screen a while longer. Eventually it changes. She witnesses herself walking into the room on the monitor. She then waves her hand. The screen shows her simply standing in the space looking towards a camera built into the wall. Moments later hands-in-pockets she watches herself wave her hand. She is alone. She plays with camera and screen: a mirror which delays its mirroring. She hears the footsteps of someone else entering the structure. It is a man. He looks at her. She blushes red. Perhaps he wonders how can such an uncomplicated, offhand glance elicit such a blush? He looks at the screen. On the screen he sees the woman doing an experimental flying-half-karate-half-kind-of-dangerous-dance-acrobatic-maneuver. They look at each other and smile in complicity.
Saturday, 7 August 2010
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