A reel of flashing pictures.
A man approaching from the sunlight, tinted by red sand and chromed metal.
A smile on his face.
That man was enjoying it all - to that man, it was all a game.
Scorching heat of bursting flames all around him. Enveloping him, tearing apart asphalt and ground.
Eyes in the conflagration, staring him down.
Wail of a guitar, steel strings in final motion.
The film reel skips, it's old - too old. It all begins again. The film flaps against the projector feels. Clicking, clicking, clicking.
- Man from sunlight.
- Red sand and chromed metal.
- His smile.
- Scorching heat, tearing asphalt.
- Eyes and steel strings.
Again. The film burns. It loops too fast.
--- Man and light.
--- Red and chrome.
--- Heat and asphalt.
--- Eyes and guitar.
Again.
------ Man, light.
------ Red, chrome.
------ Heat, asphalt.
------ Eyes, guitar.
Again.
Man, light, red, chrome, heat, asphalt, eyes, guitar.