A man's burgeoning sense of self brings him to face his worst fears: that he can't marry himself.
What does he do to marry himself? How does he fall in love in the first place? What's the courtship like? And the fights...
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Liminal loglines - daily doses
A liminal plan
As I awake from some REM-inducing state or other, I'll post a logline, piece of dialogue or synopsis, culled from the strange - or mundane - within. Which is hereby referred to as a limiline.
Afterwards, there will be questions, to be answered by you, wide awake or not.
I WILL REPLY TO COMMENTS EVENTUALLY, IF NOT SOONER.
Afterwards, there will be questions, to be answered by you, wide awake or not.
I WILL REPLY TO COMMENTS EVENTUALLY, IF NOT SOONER.
POSTS
- A Fitting Arrangement (1)
- A Frank Man (1)
- A Vat of Butter (1)
- Anna on the Verge (1)
- Aquaplane (1)
- Boiling Pods (1)
- Connections (2)
- Dog Days (1)
- faust.com (1)
- Fin Land (1)
- Flashing Bulbs (1)
- Fortuna (1)
- I Take Me (1)
- Interlude - Inde's Dream (1)
- Keeping It (1)
- Libre (1)
- Little World (1)
- Moving On (1)
- Our Old Story (1)
- Sources (1)
- The Clown of Tears (1)
- The Journal (1)
- The Nose (1)
- The Tree of Me (1)
- The Wild Robe (1)
- Timed (1)
- Tuned (1)
2 comments:
He goes on a binge, ordering sculptures, show-room dummies, and ceramic images of himself, along with posters and mirrors, stocking them up in his home. He admires himself until finding the perfect image. As he tries to consummate his self-performed wedding ceremony he begins to lose a grip on his identity and can no longer distinguish himself form the images, wherease the images begin to take on mental life and eventuall abandon him to lie naked, in a foetal position, whimpering on the floor.
I think this story goes well with the limiline.
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