The Day After
Jan. 29th, 2008 08:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clayhornikBrilliant, absolutely brilliant.
Shots of ICBMs coming out of their silos, streaming contrails across a perfect blue sky.
With the roar of the rockets overwhelming almost everything, cut to a horse running across a green field, sounding as mournful as a horse can sound.
A white horse.
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I'd forgotten how... ah The Day After was. Flashing back to eighth grade. 1983. Reading Twilight Zone magazine. Mr. Watford's science class.
Shots of ICBMs coming out of their silos, streaming contrails across a perfect blue sky.
With the roar of the rockets overwhelming almost everything, cut to a horse running across a green field, sounding as mournful as a horse can sound.
A white horse.
--
I'd forgotten how... ah The Day After was. Flashing back to eighth grade. 1983. Reading Twilight Zone magazine. Mr. Watford's science class.
