| the shadow of an image: Entirely too post-Romantic, I gazed at his image with vindictive reveration. Entirely too dadaist, I rolled my eyes in tandem with the butterflies in my stomach. Entirely too impressionistic, his chosen ensemble conjured up a jealous contentment and a certain saudade, vibrating and resonating with blinding sonority within my skull. He continues to engorge his ego while acting with fulsome belligerence; he continues to dodge my disapproving and knowing glances while remaining inconspicuous and nonchalant. But the mixture of light reflection and nostalgia overtake me, and resentfully I become reminiscent. back |