Thursday, February 20, 2014
I'd like to show you a news report without a calm voice, where the woman at the desk, just breaks down and cries and the only narrative to the horrible pictures, is a series of screams, where the only soundbite, is the sound of weeping.
I'd like the presenter to cross live to an anchor, who rips his shirt and beats his chest, as he clenches his jaw, as the tears sting his eyes.
I'd like to show you a talking head, who stands at the gates, shaking them, rattling them, screaming out into the fire:
Written by Me at 7:06 AM