interior
days stack upon days
shifting light, cramped air
keyboard report like gunshots
thin smoke catches the current
drifts away
chasing after a time and a place
a moment
that died long ago
noise outside
keys jangle
a woman - young maybe
old probably
laughs
should go, should leave
through the peep hole
a staircase
fear
tight
to go is to admit defeat
defeat of a dream
realized only in the picture shows
the old cinema
bogie puffs on a cigarette
watching
judging
retreat
retreat
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