found drama

The gunfire draws nearer. The bombs thump; you feel them in your chest. Everywhere is debris. Twisted rebar, candy wrapper scraps, shreds of clothing, popcorn. Everyone has been ushered into the bunker. The bunker is a movie theater — an underground movie theater. The trick is to make sure that the film keeps going, and that the film doesn’t reflect the war all around. The enemy could penetrate the silver screen, they could pass through the fourth wall. And it’s crowded in there. You slip in and out of the doors. (“Don’t let any light in!”) Keep popping the popcorn. Keep the popcorn flowing into the theater. Reload your rifles with the kernels.

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