It’s your first day in university–this prestigious, dream-within-a-dream educational institution where you’ve always imagined yourself inhaling knowledge and making into fruition every ambition you’ve had since you were a kid.
You’re taking in everything your senses can swallow all at once–the musty scent of old books, the natural light filtering from the ceiling-high windows, the buzz of stress and panic and gossip from the lounged students, the mere presence of intellect staining the air.
Suddenly, this beautiful boy with slicked blond hair
stands jumps on a table–
–and theatrically recites a very suggestive piece by Henry Miller:
On a Sunday afternoon, when the
shutters are down and the
proletariat possesses the street…
…there are certain thoroughfares
which remind one of nothing less…
…than a big cancerous cock.
Ah, there goes your heart.
Now owned by that devastatingly handsome stranger being chased away by the security. You’d do anything to see that walking temple of wit and good looks again–and you will.
Continue reading “[FEATURE] John Krokidas’s “Kill Your Darlings” (2013)”