I'm sure we all understand that we are not perfect beings. Not a single one of us can be the first to cast a stone. While this is blatantly obvious, perplexing is the thought that at any given time one person can be the change. Make the difference to see all that has been hidden from you previously. Its nothing more than the blind leading the blind. We all have suffrage and dilemmas which make it impossible to see what the horizon bestows upon others. Those others still will yearn for what they themselves have missed that you so desperately cling, as if it were to disappear at any moment. We are not adults out of spontaneity, we are planned, molded, developed, f@#^ed. No one is designed so perfect as to see all that others have to offer. Maybe being satisfied with the knowledge acquired is just an excuse to not covet what I don't understand. Remember this though, this in it of itself, laissez-faire, is not something people are just born with. It is a calculated mechanism in which those overloaded with experiences are reduced to interpreting none as opposed to selecting pertinence or worse yet, interpreting all stimuli. Over time, the failed plans, failed developments will begin to show through. Most of us have been quite successful in hiding flaws as we are instructed to do so early in the molding. Every now and then we will unfurl these truths for others to bare witness. To see what is so closely guarded. Those that witness may make an attempt to mend this tapestry, change or add what they see before them, make a complete piece of a broken fabric. What is failed to see is the exquisite differences between theirs and yours. Both are misshapen, riddled with holes, poorly colored in areas and beautifully polished in others. The idea here is to not fix what has been presented, rather to be in awe of how different a life can be planned, molded, developed, and f@$ed within the same species. Though one day the two fabrics may become one, in the beginning; they hadn't the slightest bit of similarity.
This piece was written 21 Dec 2011.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Friday, December 9, 2011
Yet to be titled Video
I am currently in the works of putting together an music video for an undisclosed band at the time. They are undisclosed as I haven't mentioned that I would be blogging my ideas and what not. Anyway, I am approaching this piece as a 3 minute or so silent movie, that just so happens to have a song slapped over the top of it. I have consulted a couple of people and am definitely needing to consult a couple more but I am beginning to think that what I have is starting, slowly albeit, to head in the a good direction. The idea that is currently running through my head is as follows. (And remember, it is coming right off of my head so if it doesn't make sense, well, then you see how my brain works.):
I am thinking that World War III has just ended about 4 years prior. This was a war of nuclear arrogance and as can be imagined, the world is in ruins. A population of 7 billion humans has been decimated to roughly 50 million. These people are now indigenous to the areas in which they survived. Formerly, The Midwest United States, The Russian Tundra, Antarctica, Greenland, and Northern Canada are all that remains. These 50 million are those that are deemed healthy. All others living are referred to a roaches. Roaches (so named after experiments during the 20 century demonstrated their resistance to radiation) are humans in spirit, and not much else. Most no longer have faces as they are generally severely burned. Most have never stood a chance but some, some have began their treks to the safe zones on the planet as there is no flora, or fauna to be eaten in their native waste zones. In the former state of Missouri a pharmacist at an unknown place begins feeding a female roach that has made it to the barrier. She carries with her a backpack, full of masks. These mask have come to represent her mood as her face is covered in cloth, too burned to recognize the humanity she once had. Most roaches approach the bluff and attempt to climb to the safe zone, but with little success. The Pharmacist begins feeding her for two reasons: 1. she still wears a cross around her neck and 2. She never attempted to climb but rather just knelt, not to pray, but just to wait, hoping. A bond quickly develops between these two. Our pharmacist continues to feed her and and occasionally creates new masks for her, as hers are so badly worn. We also see he is beginning to not see, but create the love of his life in the masks that he is creating for her. The bond deepens and soon he begins to devise a plan to bring her in to the city, bring her into the safe zone. The food he has been feeding her has heavy doses of (insert drug name referencing Iodine here) so he believes that the city shall be safe. Further he can finally prove that his treatment works in an effort to help others across the world. He sends notes indicating his ideas and gets her to agree to spend her days here, above the bluff, with him. The night of the attempt the Pharmacist is standing by waiting for her to appear through the tunnel in which she was instructed to enter. We discover that the masks he has been creating are replicas of his deceased wife, who did not make it through the war.
Now I have this ending one of two ways. 1. He reveals the cross that he has been wearing this whole time, she emerges from the tunnel and he lives to quickly die of radiation next a second chance wife. He dies happy and she becomes patient zero in the treatment of nuclear radiation exposure. She is grateful to save humanity, sad her pharmacist is no longer with her. Upset that the treatment that she help guinea pig is not being used for the other roaches, who begin coming to the bluff in droves, kneeling, waiting, hoping.
2. He reveals the cross that he has been wearing this whole time, many roaches emerge from the tunnel as she has disclosed the plan to many in an effort to save her friends, her "species". The local authorities are quick to react to the breach and in doing so kill the Pharmacist while he is watching her run by, with a weeping mask on. She is sad for him, ashamed of having mislead the pharmacist. She removes the cross from her neck and throws it behind her. It lands in front of our pharmacist, a blank and dead stare.
I am thinking that World War III has just ended about 4 years prior. This was a war of nuclear arrogance and as can be imagined, the world is in ruins. A population of 7 billion humans has been decimated to roughly 50 million. These people are now indigenous to the areas in which they survived. Formerly, The Midwest United States, The Russian Tundra, Antarctica, Greenland, and Northern Canada are all that remains. These 50 million are those that are deemed healthy. All others living are referred to a roaches. Roaches (so named after experiments during the 20 century demonstrated their resistance to radiation) are humans in spirit, and not much else. Most no longer have faces as they are generally severely burned. Most have never stood a chance but some, some have began their treks to the safe zones on the planet as there is no flora, or fauna to be eaten in their native waste zones. In the former state of Missouri a pharmacist at an unknown place begins feeding a female roach that has made it to the barrier. She carries with her a backpack, full of masks. These mask have come to represent her mood as her face is covered in cloth, too burned to recognize the humanity she once had. Most roaches approach the bluff and attempt to climb to the safe zone, but with little success. The Pharmacist begins feeding her for two reasons: 1. she still wears a cross around her neck and 2. She never attempted to climb but rather just knelt, not to pray, but just to wait, hoping. A bond quickly develops between these two. Our pharmacist continues to feed her and and occasionally creates new masks for her, as hers are so badly worn. We also see he is beginning to not see, but create the love of his life in the masks that he is creating for her. The bond deepens and soon he begins to devise a plan to bring her in to the city, bring her into the safe zone. The food he has been feeding her has heavy doses of (insert drug name referencing Iodine here) so he believes that the city shall be safe. Further he can finally prove that his treatment works in an effort to help others across the world. He sends notes indicating his ideas and gets her to agree to spend her days here, above the bluff, with him. The night of the attempt the Pharmacist is standing by waiting for her to appear through the tunnel in which she was instructed to enter. We discover that the masks he has been creating are replicas of his deceased wife, who did not make it through the war.
Now I have this ending one of two ways. 1. He reveals the cross that he has been wearing this whole time, she emerges from the tunnel and he lives to quickly die of radiation next a second chance wife. He dies happy and she becomes patient zero in the treatment of nuclear radiation exposure. She is grateful to save humanity, sad her pharmacist is no longer with her. Upset that the treatment that she help guinea pig is not being used for the other roaches, who begin coming to the bluff in droves, kneeling, waiting, hoping.
2. He reveals the cross that he has been wearing this whole time, many roaches emerge from the tunnel as she has disclosed the plan to many in an effort to save her friends, her "species". The local authorities are quick to react to the breach and in doing so kill the Pharmacist while he is watching her run by, with a weeping mask on. She is sad for him, ashamed of having mislead the pharmacist. She removes the cross from her neck and throws it behind her. It lands in front of our pharmacist, a blank and dead stare.
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