You step into a bar. You step into a charged space where fictions, narratives collide, dance, importune, seduce. A random encounter can suddenly become meaningful. Or dissipate into irrelevancy. When the door closes on the street outside you enter another universe. Stay long enough and your trajectory acts on the adjacent trajectories. Your narrative engages with the other narratives. Even by not engaging, your silence becomes a mystery to be noticed, a topic of speculation. Sooner or later to be named, tagged. In a sense there is no escape if you remain.
The phenomenology of drinking/alcohol fuelled narratives.
A table. A couple of windows. Alcohol. 'Interesting' clientele. Ext. Day Ext. Night.
Memory. A street. A church. A tower. A plain. A river. Rolling hills. Flatlands. Sea.
Sea. Flatlands. Rolling hills. A river. A plain. A tower. A church. A street. Memory.
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