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Travelling to Sin City for two hours will do odd things to your mind. A place with plots that I won’t spoil, characters who don’t need names, and acts I can’t mention. It’s not a place for kids.
Kids in a place like that can only grow up in one way. A deadly grey world splattered with the briefest flashes of life’s brightest colours. A deadly grey world that makes you want to write like a cliche.
Travelling to Sin City for two hours will do odd things to your mind – even after you’ve left the cinema. The drive back is at night. It’s raining. Dazzling white headlights and bright white street lamps bleed colour out of the world. All colour except for the red tail lights and the red neon of the out of town bars. We pass a light shop. A hundred points of brilliant white light and amid them is a single red bulb. The ambience is catching.
When I get home I leave the TV off and only turn on a single desk lap. Great shadows.
I leave the beer in the fridge; the ambience prefers whiskey. I pause for a moment. I wallow in the mood, in the darkness, in the shadows.
Then I press the single red button. The black screen flickers with light and I let colour come flooding back into my life.
Sin City will do odd things to your mind. Just remember to leave after the credits roll.
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