let's run back again
across the dawn of time
and make a splendid
entrance
FADE IN:
INT. WRITER'S ROOM - FOREVER
There is a POOR WRITER sitting by his lonesome.
WRITER
In my experience, writing stories is best when you're hungry.
Sort of like, like this—
"Nom nom nom nom!!"
The MAN sitting across the round table from him stares disapprovingly.
DOUBT
That is what a good story tastes like?
On happenstance, this appears to be true. Yummy and delicious, but certainly not always quantifiable.
ANOTHER MAN enters.
REGRET
Surely, on the other hand, a bad story tastes like a noun left in your mouth for too long; spoiled and distasteful.
Feelings left too long on the counter; counting days until they're dead.
THE MAN
Well, writing is a lot like that! Sometimes it can be too hard. Too boring. I mean, why even write when nobody is gonna read it but yourself and your mom on the worst days? I guess, that could be pretty "distasteful."
A child rises from under the chair next to THE MAN.
Normal
I do not understand my brothers. Why do we try so hard for nothing? Why do we beg for the slightest attention at years work? Why?—
And before anything else is said, a loud BANG is heard throughout the room.
WEAKNESS is shot in the face by THE MAN.
INT. LONELY HEART - ON STAGE
A nervous MAN stands in front of a judge, preparing his speech.
THE MAN
lonely singings of a bird,
waking from one train stop to another,
lulling from time to
station; bygone yesterday
left tomorrow to depart today
NOBODY applauds valiantly. The CROWD says nothing. It is a standing ovation.
The JUDGE reflects against the mirror. running water, hand cushioning, worn face. barely any dimension. the poetry stays in his MIND. Submitted late.
The JUDGE throws it away.
The MAN continues to sing anyway.
lone snow,
fell atop the mountains
of a bunny rabbits fur
reaching down softness
buttered footprints
no more sudden
than a breath
dead by the arrow
soft fur, blood
and red
THE MAN
i cannot breathe
my mouth is stuffed
and before the man could do anything
time began to run out
and the world slowly ended as
FADE OUT
