He made his way out of the woods, out of his own head for a moment, away from the crushing sorrow of that haunted path. To the Starlight Cinema he came, lost no more.
This old abandoned hulk blotting out the skyscape like a counterpart to the tower on the clifftops. The graffiti on its weatherboards spiralling around itself. Insane. Beautiful.
The storm raging everywhere, the physical weather the least part of it. A hurricane in his brain. Everything morphing, crystallising. Currents of frenzy and memory and art.
He saw now. You came here and you experienced things and then you made things. That’s how it all worked.
Jessica waiting for him. Tiny and terrifying in the darklight.
You found a path, she said hopefully. Did you get what I asked for?
He shook his head. His brain was bleeding.
She shook her head, frustrated and sorrowful.
Fine, she said. Let’s go in together. Then I’ll eat you, outsider. Shit you out and paint a mural with you.