The marks on the left could be read as railroad tracks converging at a distant vanishing point, but they are in fact the goal net. This young goalie has all the right moves, not even condescending to use his hands in blocking this shot. With such a kick you think to score on me? Ha! With my head I knock away your so-called “shot.” Leaning easily into its trajectory I cause it to bounce into the banner of my triumphant team, BIOLA! Do not waste our time again with such a meager effort at scoring.
Essay / Avant-Garde