Friday, May 19, 2006

Goddamn--it's Friday

for J.G.B. & A.C.

Harry, Mark, and John are at some pary, some of these weird places in the space time continuum where things happen, people cop in and make out. Now, everybody is waiting for Worl War III to start. "It's about time for a sequel," someone says. "Yeah," Mark agrees, "given how successful number two was."
Another five minutes (or maybe two hours) pass and still: no World War. Change of subject then."Hey, John--Why don't you tell us about that time when you went backpacking through ... what was it? Wonderland?" Alice asks. That girl is an obnoxious bitch. Nobody really remembers who brought her along in the first place. (It was Harry, but he'd deny it thrice before dawn, if necessary.) Rumor has it she never really got over being molested as a child. Still, even her therapists hate her (all of them).
This moment a machinery starts its procedure, wheels start turning, levers click in place and vault release steaming pressure, but not a sound is heard. Mark's features freeze and he turns on the spot, it seems, without moving his legs (without actually walking that is) and disappears off screen.
Cast for this scene: Alice - Scarlet Johanson, John - Jim Carrey. The movement might need to be done with CGI in PP or some camera trick. Gondry is not available, unfortunately. Other negotiations are still pending.

Some awful hiphop track is playing on the stereo at that moment --that needs to be changed to something emo or so that implies meaning. (Too bad that in "real life" meaning is not even implied, most of the time at least.) The camera zooms out, we see the crowd without any familar face, everywahn talking in their accents foreign, local, and non-descript. Whiteout (-> 6'u.)

Thursday, May 11, 2006

...for long, but not for good (for no good?)

The door slams shut. John loudly ascend the metal stairwell, puts his coat on the railing at the upper landing and drops his baggage next to it. He enters the enters the kitchen to walk straight to the fridge. On the door, as if untouched, there's still his note that he left a virtually unmeasurably long time ago.

He takes out the plastic bottle of OJ, drinks, realizes that he actually bought it weeks (months?) ago before his departure -- runs to the sink, spits, drinks a lot of water and finally: allows the sentence to end.

On the way to the bathroom he passes Mark's dinner party who are playing Chinese Checkers now (Chinese Checkers of all things!), but with some twist to the game, so that it involves drinking. Mark's friends can't help noticing that John's shirt is heavily stained with blood, as though the fabric had been soaked, sprinkled with it, and now dry-- it had turned into an ugly brown. His hands are dirty too --"but that's not necessarily blood too," sombeone thinks.
John: "I'm back." (pause) "Am I the only one to ever buy groceries in this place?"
Nobody answers. John plods on towards the bathroom.
"I didn't even notice he'd been gone."