Filed under Fractured Writing

Day 1

Brick everywhere. Bare brick. But bricks here are full of air. Light as feathers. Seem to be stuck together with the froth off Guinness tops. The chairs are no better. Sticky, wet, and black. There is no way out.
Candles light the room with a soft liquid that is the only thing with the sufficient viscosity to hold everything together. But, it’s loosing it’s grip. The shadows are winning and nothing will ever be the same again. The once bright smiles and bright eyes are becoming black holes and dark rooms. The warm greetings that began as kisses and coos are turning into cold bites and profanities.
Everything is a criminal here. Everything!

Catoptric

Twilight ambles through and bares a window across its semi-naked body. Pierre’s faceless monotone mood escapes through the gaps in the bathroom door and Mary feels the sickening thump of yesterday’s absinth beating her head to a pulp.
-Monsieur, please wake up. Monsieur, the doors are being locked and you must leave. You cannot stay here anymore. The doors are being locked.
Stretched out on his back on the floor Pierre summons a god-awful moan from the pit of his stomach and prises his right eye wide open with his thumb and forefinger, cutting through the waiter with a blank pinhole stare.
-We are forever on the floor my lords ladies and gentleman’s toilet. Vomit flows into piss through the valleys and the joins, the valleys and the joins. Always making notes to myself I am, but never reading the damn things back. Which is why I am always on the floor, my table of a waiter of a lover-man, mine.

The Cow Matrix

scene 1. cows in a field


(music: [to be decided post production])
two cows close to each other grazing in a field.
(music fades out)

DAVE
(all dialogue subtitled)
‘ere, i was talking to Simon the other day and he only reckons that our reality is part of some elaborate computer generated matrix which was created for the sole purpose of providing an infinitely replenishable supply of energy for our digital overlords. What d’you think Barry, is he talking bollocks or what?

BARRY
Well Dave, there has always been speculation about the possible illusory nature of reality and Simon’s contention seems to be a novel interpretation of a classical idea. But, it does beg the question, is it better to live in this fabricated world or face the unknown reality of a possible future dystopia?

DAVE
Funny you should say that Barry ‘cos he offered me these two pills and said that if i take the red one I will awake from my computerized nightmare.

BARRY
What d’you do?

DAVE
I told ‘im to stick it, tryin’ to mug me off.

BARRY
What’s Simon doing with a portal to the real world in pill form anyway?

DAVE
He says he’s the leader of an elite band of renegade freedom fighters who are in turn part of a complete underground resistance fighting to destroy the matrix and thus saving cow kind from its invisible prison.

BARRY
It’s a bit far fetched ‘an it? I mean, I saw Simon get pushed over the other day by two teenagers; it took him half hour to get up.

DAVE
You’re not wrong. But Barry, one question… what’s a computer?

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