spooky_nine

from: UberSite
by: Circe

"There is a streetlight on the corner. It is an orange streetlight. The orange streetlight casts an orange glow. It is raining on the streetcorner where the orange light lives.

There is a girl, standing in the puddle of orange light. She is standing in the orange light and she is standing in the rain and the rain is lit up around her by the light and it looks like an aura.

There is a knife in the hand of the girl on the streetcorner. The rain that falls on it doesn't make it shine any less. It makes the silver-orange glow liquid and luminescent.

(There is a girl with a knife, standing on a corner in the rain, haloed by the orange of a streetlight.)

If we take away the background and filter out the noise of a city in the rain, we see just her, and the knife, and the light, and the rain.

She is wet from the rain. She is not damp. She does not have romantic little drops in her hair. She does not have rain sparkling like dew on her eyelashes. She is wet. She is drenched. She looks like a drowned animal and her hair streams water down her back.

(There is a girl, wet from the rain and shivering with the cold. She stands on a corner in the glow of the streetlight, and in her hand is a knife.)

She cries. Her head is back and she is screaming soundlessly at the sky. Her face is twisted in grief and rage. If the sound was on we could hear her. But it isn't and we can't. We can imagine the sound that face must be making. It isn't hard.

(A girl screams on a streetcorner in the pouring rain. Water runs down her arm and over the knife she grips, viselike, in her pale fingers. She is lit by the orange glow of a streetlight, shining like the blessing of a god, and she is beautiful in her untrestrained emotion.)

So. We have. A streetlight. A girl. The rain. The knife. It is a frozen tableau. It exists apart from us and it is outside our reality. It makes no sense. And yet we watch. We bear witness. It is why we are here.

What you can see influences what you feel. Input is filtered through experiences and preconceptions and a response is formed. You see this girl screaming in the rain, so beautiful and so cold and so distant from you and your everyday rote existence. What we feel is pity, or sorrow, or just awe of her beauty and the raw power of her face.

If you could see the body at her feet, how would your perspective change?"