on job : wrapped
:: WORK / LIFE IN SINGAPORE ::
a haze of guhsing noise envelopes ny subconsciousness and lulls me to a false sense of contentment and i induldge in fantasies swirling around the cavernous cavity that is my by now irreverant imagination - a dulled black lining the crooked tunnel where once light shone and flowers of unspeakable brilliance once shone proudly, and lit up the tunnel it did, a kaleidescope collage of music montage and melodious sounds, given form and the glory of "life"; made real with thine closed eyes, stared hard into the whiteness within the blackened soul as charred as it had been, eons of memories ago - faded with youth and the many false promises uttered in unspeakable hushes, a decayed eye relishing the exquisite anguish that which transcends mere mortaldom. harking back to the many diluted dreams that i've yet dared to dream of. and oh how beautious thy dreams would've been, if let loose into the wilderness of imagination - as innocent and pure as would a foetus might dream - if it's dreams could have been recorded into a limitless disc of malice and forethought, unthinkable, unspeakable. unrelenting, unstoppable, but has since stopped to a self-grinding halt.
and that's all i wrote, the last few moments before the wrap of a two day shoot; sitting amidst towering plasma screens and technicolored images with no sound and i realize that i've not much "on-set-images" to show, except for this shot of my weary feet at the end of the day, after shoot wrap, in a food court with my family; for a late late dinner ... oh well, next job maybe? *heh*
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a haze of guhsing noise envelopes ny subconsciousness and lulls me to a false sense of contentment and i induldge in fantasies swirling around the cavernous cavity that is my by now irreverant imagination - a dulled black lining the crooked tunnel where once light shone and flowers of unspeakable brilliance once shone proudly, and lit up the tunnel it did, a kaleidescope collage of music montage and melodious sounds, given form and the glory of "life"; made real with thine closed eyes, stared hard into the whiteness within the blackened soul as charred as it had been, eons of memories ago - faded with youth and the many false promises uttered in unspeakable hushes, a decayed eye relishing the exquisite anguish that which transcends mere mortaldom. harking back to the many diluted dreams that i've yet dared to dream of. and oh how beautious thy dreams would've been, if let loose into the wilderness of imagination - as innocent and pure as would a foetus might dream - if it's dreams could have been recorded into a limitless disc of malice and forethought, unthinkable, unspeakable. unrelenting, unstoppable, but has since stopped to a self-grinding halt.
and that's all i wrote, the last few moments before the wrap of a two day shoot; sitting amidst towering plasma screens and technicolored images with no sound and i realize that i've not much "on-set-images" to show, except for this shot of my weary feet at the end of the day, after shoot wrap, in a food court with my family; for a late late dinner ... oh well, next job maybe? *heh*._.
