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» deutsch INSIDE TORN Torn is all about suicide, through and through, every word - every single letter. Like a microscopic scene, a tiny stone in a huge mosaic, still reflecting the overall pattern, self- similar. We are bound to witness the final moments of our narrator. Together we are taking a bath, we observe. Lots of foam, he is toying around, forming shapes with his limbs, we smile. Warmth, at last. Further props? Candles, wine, downers, a blade, a phone. He is alone and we know that there is no happy-end to this scene today... We imagine the moment when his life fades away, when colours fade, sounds fade. A final image on his retina, a carbon copy lacking colour, a sad silhouette. WHY ARE YOU SO FUCKING SAD? You won't see the cut - he does it underwater. But... |
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