Pure perfection [Requiem for a dream]

The colours, the voices, the songs, the images he remembered are fading away, now transforming into meaningless remnants of a once immutable paradigm. Where the collective unconscious once weaved strands of reason catching all but the terminally irredeemable in its sweeping dragnet, now reigned a cacophony of infantile egotistical hysterics, incipient barbarism, and self deprecating treason. The lights are being turned off, he thought. He knew, deep in his bones, that the creeping darkness would only be dissipated by flashes of searing heat and shockwaves of destruction. He waved the waiter over for a tray and paid his due.

 

㊚ ♊ ♋ ✞

Done