“For these moments, there is no theme song. Motion slows. Time decays. Color fades. Light too. Shadows begin to creep. Everything becomes edgy, filtered. Those quick, innocent looks become drawn out. Smiles morph into grimaces. Here it comes.. Eternity. A very long time. A revolving door gives no way out. It leads straight back in. Oblivion, the threshold. Behold! A movie theater. Nowhere. In the middle. A wrong turn. Just outside Barstow. The audience, onscreen. The screen in the audience. A shared kind of privacy. Get comfortable. This might take a while. This is God’s recurring dream.”

• @metaphilosopher