Elvis sings heart break in the background as black vinyl explodes off the wall…hundreds of shattered and broken of pieces of this life…and is followed by a sad scream and even sadder sob. In the shadow of the stairwell a little man huddles in the corner shadow…peers across the lighted space in front and below him, and watches the black discs whiz through the air…and waits longingly for the drama playing out to finally be exhausted and end. The young son contemplates the consequences of going back to his bed…putting on shoes and jacket, and disappearing out the front door in to the darkness of night forever…and the risks is flying records if he intervenes to early. He sits…remains still…and having stayed still is slowly filled up with 10 year old regrets. The mother emotionally collapses and abandons all the evidence of love and proof of life sitting on the stairs…she longs for something else imagined…some kind of fairy-tale composed inside the fog of her addiction. She interrupts another scratchy serenade by the King…the record player needle drags across the tender lines of his legacy and howls in a shared agony…a moment of silence makes all kinds of promises, but they are all soon broken as the record takes flight. Together they sit in separate places…unprepared for this life…and pray to be taken.
“The image is one thing and the human being is another. It’s very hard to live up to an image.” – Elvis Presley
About Lawrence Lewis
I do a number of things professionally...but most of all and the true purpose of what I do through "my work" is to provide for my family, be a good husband and great father, and try to make a difference as a world citizen...I guess it's not much more complicated than that 🙂