35: So Metaphorical

There's always been a part of me that believes the world has discreetly ended while I've been in the cinema. The louder the film, the more believable this thought is. A soundproofed room, atmosphere thickened by popcorn smells and heavy furniture, Dolby Surround blasting and smashing its way around our heads, protecting me from the deserted world beyond. I don't know when I started expecting the world to be different once I walked out of the pictures. A couple of hours is nothing -- you can't even get a cut and recolour in two hours. Not at my hairdresser's, anyway. There's something about being shut off from everything, even for such a relatively short length of time, that makes resurfacing unreal. Everything has been swapped, then moved back into place, but ever-so-slightly off. Like that memory tray game. Stapler, mug, pencil, ruler, elastic band. Comb. I was always bad at it.I don't go to the pictures often, but we went last week to see Parasite. When it was over, I felt the same shaky sensations of the world having changed. When I walked out, things were different, just slightly, forever.Other Stuff

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Two siblings at Stonehenge – one on leave from the RAF –  1941[Image: Joyce Leeson]