Tag Archives: real time

Time, Travel

Posted on February 7, 2024 by John Biscello

The boy sat on the train that would take him to the station where he would catch the train that would take him to the airport where he would be lifted away from everything he had been dreaming in real-time. … Continue reading →

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Cinema

Posted on January 28, 2024 by John Biscello

If cinema is a tomb, then let us die watching. The angel over my shoulder is hunched, dark, morphing. None of us ever leave behind the dark of the theater. We are here, always. Sanctuary, haven, enclave, respite, sitting tight … Continue reading →

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