Description
Rage (1992)
It’s 1992. The house is quiet, your parents finally asleep after the evening news. You sneak out from your room, socks whispering on the carpet, a bowl of cereal in your hands. The warm glow of the CRTV hums in the living room. You flip it on, aiming for Saturday Supercade or DuckTales reruns. But your thumb slips on the bulky plastic remote.
Static, then... her.
Maybe it was a glitch in the universe, a signal meant to awaken something deep in the back of your developing brain.
From that moment on, every girl in school looked different. Every magazine ad carried potential. And that one image burned into your memory with scanlines and static, would become the blueprint of your fascination for years to come.
You never found the channel again. But you remember her.
And your life was never the same.
There are no visible comments.
Login to respond »