захватчики
16:11 | 07-08-2014 | Art | No Comments
жизнь фигур Алекса Норьеги. невольно вспоминается известное:
[S]he sees Bibendum himself behind the bar, the rolls of his pallid, rubbery flesh like the folds of a partially deflated blimp, greasy and vile. Cayce’s mouth freezes open, no sound at all emerging, as the terrible eyes of the Michelin Man fix her with a truly dire regard—and she experiences, perhaps, her sole and only brush with EVP—as from some deep and hidden eddy in the river of Sinatra’s voice emerges a strange bright cartoon-like whirling snarl of sound, which executes the sonic equivalent of a back flip and becomes, as though compressed for transmission over unimaginable distances, her father’s voice.
“She’s drugged the water. Scream.”
Which she does.
и я ей вслед — при виде этих отражений.
via.