When I went into the screening room I couldn’t tell how big it was.
How could anyone tell? Everything was black. There was a bench, so I sat down on it. Were there rows of benches behind me? It was dark; I couldn’t see. I just assumed there were. And that I was in someone’s way.
When the movie on the screen got lighter, and the room lit up, I saw that there was only one bench. And I was sitting on it by myself.
I leaned back, and I was leaning against a black wall.
It wasn’t a room, it was a box.
And I wasn’t in anyone’s way.
So what if I had been?
The movie didn’t mean anything.
It literally meant nothing. On purpose.
That’s the kind of movie it was.
I was all alone in there making people mad.
So what if they were mad?
They weren’t even real.