Spun

Fog on the lens. Distortion from the heat; chemicals reacting, creating rainbows of color where there used to be none. Kid jumps in, covers a tag, preping for an affirmation of his name and fame, pressing that small button on that can of white spray paint he covers the brick wall. The heat kicks up a notch, the physical world is melting, spotting, morphing, whirling, spinning.

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