VHS Cloud / Sunshine Recorder
He was still at the desk.
The boredom was still there.
Boredom had not made him disappear.
Boredom had made him sit down at the table. Boredom had made him sit in front of the screen.
Boredom would leave him there and he would start pressing square pieces of plastic which triggered beautiful sounds. Sounds of a videotape rolling forward the childhood he remembered in a screen. It was beautiful. There was the Tv WITH THE WOOD CASING AND the sphere like picture. There was a fogged sun down and a feeling of embrace reaching around him, pressing his stomach and neck. He had never lived it, but the screen explained. The sound was beautiful. It made him think of her. The sound of knickers sliding down her legs and the heavy feather bed sheet. It was the sound of affection. A young woman with no face and a heavy white wool jumper. The smell of the girl's hair housed like cotton pushed on his mind, and made it move around. He crippled with filled emptiness. The blind playful sound made his shoulders slide. His head let go and his body was sphered into his stomach.
The music stopped. The feeling died.
forever
the expression of nostalgia had become the feeling of nostalgia and the sensation he had never felt but once recognised already burrowed deep into his sadness
