Driving down NC’s famous tobacco road (aka Erwin) there are rows and rows of oak trees whose shadows cast perfect horizontal slats across the pavement. Driving through them I feel the flickers of sunlight on my eyelids.
Reflective glow of my friend’s dad’s blackberry in the center of his lenses. Blue, hazy, electronic…
Phantom of the Opera: Last moment with just a spot light on the white mask makes it look as though it’s floating.
Phantom of the Opera: Pressurized candles rising and descending from the floor through mist as they descend into the Phantom’s lair.
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