I Am Here, My Ethos.

Chapter 16: Death on Television. Oh, The Satire.

"Is he going to....?" Leave earth? Was my memory as a child of death, before my mother taught me what it meant at a funeral. "Dear, death is inevitable." -not a spaceman. A word I never thought I could pronounce is now my favourite adjective. I no longer grimace to its indentation. His form is epic. It is marvellous in movies.

The headstone engraved "gone from our sights but not from our hearts."

A remake of Teletubbies for an older audience.

The parody of consistency as mine is a relentless stream of wilfulness, I see necromancy in red figures.

When its a matter of fact, its matter of opinion.

I did not have the time to question the science. The great seems big when I interrogate the casket.

Death is an escape, at the last second of thought, it is the submission that turns off the bulb, the light at the end of the tunnel.

I imagine myself flipping off the switch as my last thought. For the life after dogma, the mystery of the dark fight. I regret my theatrical insecurity. No one is there to witness the man.

I was adamant to tell my mother that death wasn't going to happen in the coming series of Ninja Turtles. They knew about children's intake of information. I knew of her mistake. I certainly was sensitive to Batman scriptures.

Sleepless nights brought back memories of his childhood.  

Fading lights, fate turns into contrast. To grow and collect old films.

I wonder if his suit comes in a different colour. He seems cheerful, almost happy to receive me the news. I wonder of his hour. He knew of mine, though effortless I knew something was up. Now I know why black is their favourite contingency. The moment does not pass a time watcher.

I find that my answer is in its punctuality. The time where I know something happened.

I believed his eyes, in the hour.

There, I lost my wit to concur the literature of subliminal controversy. I was sure of myself. I knew where I was going. Stringing thoughts, I found the agreed passage of exclamation. In my mind I was underlining some sentences, to sustain the same wavelength of the focus.

No innocent children die of endless thoughts. Disbelief, It was the separation of thought that made me stutter.

"The man comes with names and pictures."

 "The route to heaven is greater in fiction." 

"The speak of evil but not of hitchers."

Teletubbies is a cartoon for dead children.

Sadness is comic relief. It is a sad analogy. I knew they were speaking of something, but I couldn't understand it.

Growing up was different. After all, death comes equipped with answers.

Dejection was comic relief. With my back against the wall, I knew how to steer away from parody and cartoons, I can't replicate.

The production of incentive humour. Oh, the satire. The dark remembers being applauded by the same crowd. Oh, the satire. His shadow comes off the projector.

The late comes with convincing reason. In black and white, he found emotions are loud in them.

He saw the classics, he saw all of them.

He never opened his eyes again.