Alexander Theil

 

feverish nightmares. something is wrong here.very wrong.a blurry, pulsating vision of bad things to come.

the feeling of certainty in the indefinable.

distorted images. torn apart. reassembled. white blotches spreading like

cancer. like skulls.

emerging from the immaterial.

a servant and his master. someone speaks. no way to tell what is said.

noise.panic.

disorientation.

the impulse of flight.translated bythe feverish mind into the image of a plane.

flight. seen through the flickering flame of a candle.

its light slowly, but surely fading.

like the life of the dreamer.

the subconscious aware

of the impending fate.

very near now.

one last flash

of life.

one last

image.

cut.