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marsbarrss · 1 month
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schizophrenic photographer!satoru x dead lover!suguru
something my roommate and i thought up that i will probably never actually write but am posting as a reminder to myself that the idea is out there whenever i am in a writing slump (haha?)
- move a little to your right, suguru. yup, right there. okay, smile! you look so good :) the colors complement his hair, his eyes, his smile. the shadows are perfect, the moon’s position, the way a flock of birds fly right by
- pictures at the kitchen counter where he sits, of him petting their dog at the park
- he dreams sometimes. of a lifetime where suguru is gone, where satoru had to carry on on his own. he’s so glad that isn’t this universe (but oh, it is, isn’t it?)
- “you were the sweetest apparition, such a pretty vision” - saw you in a dream, the japanese house
- shoko as psychiatrist. when she sees him displaying schizophrenic tendencies, uh oh. i have to get my best friend out of this hole. immediate treatment (that he initially refuses, of course)
- “click” as a motif after beginning treatment. is he really there? why can i no longer sense your presence?
- i can see the smallest of atoms, but i somehow cannot see you
- even with his six eyes, satoru is incapable of reinventing the image of suguru
- megumi and others at his exhibit after satoru's death: his photographs look skewed, as if they were taken with the intention to capture a person, as if someone was meant to fill the gap between mountain and lake. as if the entire subject of the photograph was missing.
- that damn picture of rumpled bedsheets. just bedsheets. sunlight filtering through the curtains, hitting the pillow in incandescent golds.
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