THE HIDDEN TRACK

The following passages are dedicated to Leopold, to the vernacular, to certain evil women (you know who you are), to certain wonderful people(they know who they are), to soft afternoons and quiet Sunday evenings, to Fall and seeing your breath for the first time since Spring, and to Isabelle Ya Feng ... a soul slipped by like two ships passing in the still, moonlit sea.
-- Abraham Ahmed, the Surfing Beatnik



A Final Scene Filmed on a July Evening...

Amid locusts and dusk and skies growing dim a silhouette of man stands quietly upon the fiery-colored horizon considering the depths of his innermost convictions.

He is tainted and shifted by the world’s harsh influences, but he is aware of and willing to fold to the control of his own free will and judgment!

The image of this such a man pans wide and up – as if filmed by a humming 16mm mounted to a helicopter slowly pulling away – while The Rolling Stones’ “She’s a Rainbow” fades the scene into black.

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