Friday, 1 April 2011

Silent Movie, Silent Night

He watches short silent movies every night before bed. Has to. They make him laugh exactly how he needs to laugh. They tire him out, he laughs so much. They make him dream in black & white. Dreams of pratfalling, and wearing shabby clothes, and hanging on clock-faces and washing lines, and running from dogs and from policemen and from unsatisfied employers and angry fathers.

And yet, he still dreams about getting the girl.

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