One-Picture Video of Meanwhile, Back in Communist Russia...'s "Blindspot/Invisible Bend". Enjoy. Myspace: www.myspace.com Record Label - TRUCK www.thisistruck.com Your back had the same black shine as a beetle's shell. I watched it, metres ahead of me as the afternoon sunlight twitched on and off of you. The swish of your hair, the clothes, the hefty walk all say it isn't you at all. Nonetheless I'm running and the clatter of my inappropriate shoes on the asphalt spurs me on. I'm stung by the distance between us, the lamp posts and the clumps of litter that spring like flowers from the pavement. Hollow air clangs in my lungs. Sick and dizzy, I find I've caught up with someone who's not you at all, and I'm not the least bit surprised. Your back had the same black shine as a beetle's shell. I watched it, metres ahead of me as the afternoon sunlight twitched on and off of you. The swish of your hair, the clothes, the hefty walk all say it isn't you at all. Nonetheless I'm running and the clatter of my inappropriate shoes on the asphalt spurs me on. I'm stung by the distance between us, the lamp posts and the clumps of litter that spring like flowers from the pavement. Hollow air clangs in my lungs. Sick and dizzy, I find I've caught up with someone who's not you at all, and I'm not the least bit surprised. Months of working with strangers whose eyes or smile or voice is a little like yours. Their spit has the taste of slightly sour milk inside my mouth. I'll make you a <b>...</b>