I want to manipulate feelings, he says
I want to make them feel things, to make them cry, to make them die*, he says
He wants to make scenes in front of fire hydrants and dance to the sound of wild hoofbeats
He wants to make them cry, in awe of the beauty screened before them, the sunset awash in an inhuman glow
He wants to make them die inside as the heroine is killed, but dramatically makes her comeback all through the means of a tilted lens
He wants to make them feel things
And he, of all people, alone, has the power.
Wady:)
