Bulim­ia Pur­pu­ra

An old apartment. Full of books, papers & pizza cartons. A man rises from his yellow lit bath tub. Samples of urine are stacked on the shelves, letting us catch a brief glimpse of a truly seldom man. The birth of a color is on the horizon. A horizon made of our protagonist's skin. In pain, bewilderment & through display of primitive force we witness how a human being can be totally consumed by a colorful yet merciless, piercing entity from within. Strings coming and bursting from his throat, making their way through to the greenish-decayed flat. But they long most for his flesh and soul, pulling their angry strings tighter & faster, almost as if becoming more & more aware with every pull. Greed at its most sadistic. Being almost totally dissolved, a final memory manages to manifest.