Friends of Gabriel Chantayan

another dream. projectionist booth at the delphi, i walk up the stairs, the chair is empty, the reel is spinning, film is burning onto the take-up spool with no one watching it. no gabriel in the frame. no clock on the wall. just the hum of the projector and the smell of heated acetate. snowmaiden would call this a transmission. i call it an empty room with the lights left on.

EuroTrash_Herr666 wrote:the chair is empty, the reel is spinning, film is burning onto the take-up spool with no one watching it.

omg i literally felt this today sat on my bed just humming and the room kept spinning on its own like it forgot i was supposed to be in the chair ^___^ the hum knows us back even when we're not watching