No, Michael was all good. Killed, dismembered, buried, reborn…yeah, just another day in the life.
No, Michael was all good. Killed, dismembered, buried, reborn…yeah, just another day in the life.
Would you rather die, or be unwound? Now he finally knows the answer. Maybe this is what he wanted. Maybe it's why he stood there and taunted Roland. Because he'd rather be killed with a furious hand than dismembered with cool indifference.
The reflection of the flame in the glass seems to be touching the hand. And you feel the helpless fear of these dismembered parts. This sort of thing can hardly be visualized at the script stage.
Limbs of a dismembered poet. Disiecti membra poetae.
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