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Pierrot le Fou (1965) dir. Jean-Luc Godard
Sleep Deprivation
Isolation Chamber | Forced to Stay Awake | "Leave the lights on."
The room was bright bright bright.
Darkness had no home. Shadows were nonexistent.
There was only light.
Squares on the ceiling, squares on the floor.
Tubes in his hands, tubes in his head.
So bright bright bright.
Lasers shining in his eyes.
Left alone alone alone.
One man all on his own in the square room with the squares everywhere and the bright bright light.
There was no sleep. Forced to stay awake. Study the effects of sleep deprivation, they said.
There was no food. Injections instead. Study the effects of this drug and that toxin and those antibodies.
Sometimes he ran.
Sometimes he danced jerkily as they tugged his puppet strings.
Sometimes they shot him point blank.
Tubes in his skull siphoning out his brains.
Men in bulky bio hazard suits talking about him softly loudly constantly except when they stared so quiet.
Like the cat.
Staring.
One eye normal, one eye strange.
Strange strange strange.
Staring through him. Staring at his soul.
Considering him. Weighing him. Judging him.
There were scans and there were tests and there was the cat.
There were needles in his skin and hoses hooked to his face and the cat.
There was bright bright bright.
Endless bright.
Horrible bright.
There was a thin man once with thoughts in his head.
He was bigger now, shaped by medication and experimentation.
He knew pain and he knew agony and he knew misery and he knew he was alone.
Save for the cat.
The cat with the hateful stare.
Over and over and over again they drilled him on weaponry.
On fighting skills and hand-to-hand combat and boxing and more.
Over and over and over again they left him muddled on an intoxicating blend of poisons.
There was no sleep.
There was no food.
Alone in the bright.
Tortured and scanned and studied.
Trained and tormented and alone alone alone.
Alone in the bright.
Cat's eye shining into his own.
Alone in the bright with no thoughts in his head.
There was only the pain and the hateful stare and the hurt hurt hurt hurt hurt.
Endless bright, endless suffering.
Teeth clenched against excruciating pain.
Muscles twitching in spasm.
Screams echoing in the chamber where they kept him.
Feeding him vial after vial of unknown liquids.
Untested until him.
Trial run.
Break him break him break him down.
Cat's toy.
All alone, always alone...
In the bright bright bright...