EXT. STREET - DAY
On a buzzing afternoon, swirling with seaweed and the oppressive canopy of clouds, a BOY stands, HIS back to the world, mashing a button endlessly hoping for a shift from red to green. The ground churns with the wave of eons, groaning and cracking beneath his feet. A crow dies and falls before HIM. HE lifts up his head.
EXT. SKY - NIGHT
The camera is soaring faster from HIS gaze with each moment until the screen is a haze of colors. HER eyes fill the void, echoes of dust and light.
EXT. SIDEWALK - DAY
WE see HIM: hunched over, hands planted firmly in the crevasses of HIS countenance. The vibrations are subtle at the beginning, before the tendril grasp of the cement erodes HIS skin. Bones clack and claw, a mechanical network of death, drumming along at an irregular tempo. The flesh of organs rears ITS head, opens ITS maw, and belts out a forceful sigh, offering up this oscillation to the electricity encasing HIS negative space.
EXT. SIDEWALK - NIGHT
Toward the ground, the pitter patter of feet moving forward, ever forward, the sound of screams and shrieks at HER back, claws and voices reaching forward, ever forward. It is never silent here. The cacophony pervades. At best SHE can move HER arms and legs, hop, skip, and dance forward, ever forward.
INT. CAR - DAY
The car lurches and metal rattles. Green and yellow is endless as the rush of wind whirls whither and thither. Vision fades and is surmounted by tactile senses, slowly pushing their way outward to extremities. A quick turn and centrifugal forces take over, l’appel du vide, reference frame lost, gravity at risk.
INT. BELOW - NIGHT
A vast machine stands before HER, gears and wires profound. Feathers and horns adorn the perimeter of the kaleidoscope lens, an eye ever piercing. SHE slides the colors toward the apparatus and watches in awe as they break down into granules. Green into glass, red into blood, purple into vomit stained glass, microscopic, but present, ever there.
EXT. INT. - INFINITY
A white expanse with a hovering dot bouncing off the nonexistent edges. The NOISE. Fuck the NOISE.
by Daniel Diehn (@diedan)