Two frames I see structure-wise: 1) realistic Sara 2) romantic Sara
1) realistic Sara starts by setting the stage at a room for a Saturday get-together. It appears that her significant other went off to go use the restroom, whereby she commences to focus on what they mean to each other, being as they are only two lovers intermingled before the glaring daylight that is day-to-day business comes sweeping them apart. 'Who needs that shit?' she thinks resignedly. She decides to enjoy the things for which the skies overhead foretell doom.
2) romantic Sara starts by setting the stage with her sitting cross-legged in an empty dark room in the middle of the night. Then, the meditative story begins, filling the room with people of all shapes and sizes. Once upon a time (another time), there were two spirits named Reality and Idea. Reality is a murderous motherfucker responsible for every crime that's happened under the sun for all of time because Reality is anything being hit by the sun, on its way to eventually rotting away to expiration. Idea is none of that, but is very weird, weird enough to confuse her. But Idea has her heart, and that is the ringer. Seeing this, she begs this beloved spirit to stay with her, holding her hand, huddled together against morning and light who might not be what they say they are (as happens when anything truly steps into the sun), as they wait for the murderous motherfucker Reality to strike again. But here:
Keep your eyes closed
You've seen it baby
You've seen where this goes
, there's an insinuation that she is talking to herself. That would mean that she's broken free from the meditation and that she's become a spirit herself. In elevating herself thus, her self-command to stay is an affirmation to feel life and not let it make her cry before she says goodbye to it. So she tells herself she'll be alright before everything is fucked by Reality.
Just like my final examination tomorrow will fuck me, now that I've played so long with Idea.
Two frames I see structure-wise: 1) realistic Sara 2) romantic Sara
1) realistic Sara starts by setting the stage at a room for a Saturday get-together. It appears that her significant other went off to go use the restroom, whereby she commences to focus on what they mean to each other, being as they are only two lovers intermingled before the glaring daylight that is day-to-day business comes sweeping them apart. 'Who needs that shit?' she thinks resignedly. She decides to enjoy the things for which the skies overhead foretell doom.
2) romantic Sara starts by setting the stage with her sitting cross-legged in an empty dark room in the middle of the night. Then, the meditative story begins, filling the room with people of all shapes and sizes. Once upon a time (another time), there were two spirits named Reality and Idea. Reality is a murderous motherfucker responsible for every crime that's happened under the sun for all of time because Reality is anything being hit by the sun, on its way to eventually rotting away to expiration. Idea is none of that, but is very weird, weird enough to confuse her. But Idea has her heart, and that is the ringer. Seeing this, she begs this beloved spirit to stay with her, holding her hand, huddled together against morning and light who might not be what they say they are (as happens when anything truly steps into the sun), as they wait for the murderous motherfucker Reality to strike again. But here:
Keep your eyes closed You've seen it baby You've seen where this goes
, there's an insinuation that she is talking to herself. That would mean that she's broken free from the meditation and that she's become a spirit herself. In elevating herself thus, her self-command to stay is an affirmation to feel life and not let it make her cry before she says goodbye to it. So she tells herself she'll be alright before everything is fucked by Reality.
Just like my final examination tomorrow will fuck me, now that I've played so long with Idea.