A man stands leaning more heavily on one leg, a few cars lengths away from an adolescent girl
propped up on the edge of a backless seat, umbrella awkwardly held by both hands nearly against her bosom
it is open overhead, in her clumsy hold the stem gets repositioned, the canopy seems to swoon every now & then.
They are both enclosed, in what is thought of as an old open-windowless factory
A bulb hangs suspended somewhere above, it emits a faint yellow light
The man does not stand away nor toward the girl, that sits anxiously awaiting something in his direction:
whether that comes from above or from the black expanse (that both accentuates & delineates what is there of the man) that -just for now- hermetically keeps this little nucleus from any further physical adulteration
The man's gaze does not seem to fall in the direction pertaining to the external inclusion of this weight,
heterogeneously given off;
The direction may not be from without the nuclei, the blanketing darkness might be lending to a latency from either of the two constituents.
I feel that the umbrella is an upside down pendulum attempting to point toward magnetic north & in doing so, it alone keeps time, irregularly (but whose to tell the difference) counting down the minutes. What if it's accuracy depends solely on how the girl's actual time fluctuates: from now slow to standing to wading to when it catches the smooth surface & skips quickly three times. Do they know where their at? Is she glimpsing what she is to potentially become? Since there are no manifestations, do they supply them? Have they made assumptions... I mean to begin with, has the man taken for granted the questioning part of the process.
Yes, her limitations necessarily came from without to begin with.
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