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skonen_bladesThe word equator has two meanings. It is both the longest straight line that one can draw around this planet and at the same time it is a word meaning ‘a thing we all have in common.’
I remember finding the center of you with a theatrical release. I remember being deep inside, trying to find easter eggs. I mapped every divot of your body but I took care to never touch you. The marks on your surface made you skip. Your scratches made you unplayable.
Cut by directors trying to make you into an original vision, you were my unrated European bootleg with fifteen minutes of never-before-seen footage. I was a rapt member of your audience through a ladder of ratings leading all the way up to ex.
I seek out burned copies of you but it’s never the same. The only special features they have are interactive menus and ads for themselves edited to make them look better than they are. Trailer trash with voiceovers from long absent fathers talking about ‘one man’.
This is a director’s commentary. You are the deleted scenes in my life. I watch the second disc of the two-disc set because it’s all I’m left with. I watch the ‘making of’ documentary. I watch the cast and crew bios. I watch the extras. I search in vain for the original.
An equator’s radius is the circumference of a circle that encompasses a world. That is what memories of you have become. It’s the edge of a circle that tangents intersect.
I long for the original.
I want to press play.
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I remember finding the center of you with a theatrical release. I remember being deep inside, trying to find easter eggs. I mapped every divot of your body but I took care to never touch you. The marks on your surface made you skip. Your scratches made you unplayable.
Cut by directors trying to make you into an original vision, you were my unrated European bootleg with fifteen minutes of never-before-seen footage. I was a rapt member of your audience through a ladder of ratings leading all the way up to ex.
I seek out burned copies of you but it’s never the same. The only special features they have are interactive menus and ads for themselves edited to make them look better than they are. Trailer trash with voiceovers from long absent fathers talking about ‘one man’.
This is a director’s commentary. You are the deleted scenes in my life. I watch the second disc of the two-disc set because it’s all I’m left with. I watch the ‘making of’ documentary. I watch the cast and crew bios. I watch the extras. I search in vain for the original.
An equator’s radius is the circumference of a circle that encompasses a world. That is what memories of you have become. It’s the edge of a circle that tangents intersect.
I long for the original.
I want to press play.
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