1: 2: 3:

1:
Soft stripes
Awkward lighting
Slowly drinking.
2:
He raises the cup to his mouth
The twilight zone on the TV
A slurping sound of drinking
She carefully touches her face
There will be soup for dinner.
3:
Words spill from the TV screen
I would rather live in the dark than not live at all
The evening light is fading, this buildings fading, it’s used up.
The picture is moving in black and white, dancing across the screen
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