| Story ID: | 186 |
| Written by: | Darrell Lindsey (bio, contact, other stories) |
| Story type: | Poem |
| Location: | Nacogdoches Texas USA |
| Year: | 1964 |
| Person: | mother |
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| Story ID: | 186 |
| Written by: | Darrell Lindsey (bio, contact, other stories) |
| Story type: | Poem |
| Location: | Nacogdoches Texas USA |
| Year: | 1964 |
| Person: | mother |
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The Projectionist You look at your glow in the dark watch, crane your neck upward to a small window where light will beam forward toward the screen. You anticipate the film's foray into your illusions and dreams-- all those prismatic shades of faux reality. For two hours, you'll become the projectionist. A movie within a movie. As always, we'll see what you want us to see. When you want us to see it. You are a vast theatre where no one takes tickets; where the popcorn's always free. |