The Eleventh Film VIII
The Eleventh Film VII
Ministers rushed to anoint these visitors with a sacred hue. Channelling their embrace for global purposes. The world’s biggest stadia were filled with their expectant flock, desperate for an embrocation.
The angels moved among like the wary wolves they were.
It’s too easy to say that this should not have happened. Perhaps the world needed to listen less to demagogues and more to the Earth itself.
In any case, all points were moot now.
It just got cold.
And that was that.
The Eleventh Film Part VI
The Eleventh Film – Part IV
A city at night.
A man’s face.
Then she conjured a loop of words.
The Eleventh Film – Part III
There once was a looped fragment.
The image of a word.
Now there is only nothing.
And any thoughts that still remain are those she had about the end of all things.
Not you too, Paul Hewson, I said to myself. The images were grainy. The glasses gave him away. It was snowing in the footage. The garage forecourt was empty.
Bono was talking on what looked like a Mobira Cityman 900. 183 x 43 x 79 mm. Those things have a total weight of 760g. They were nicknamed ‘Gorba’ in Finland because Mikhail Gorbachev used one during a press conference in 1987.
Who would be on the other end of a phone like that? And what would be said? I could only imagine.