Free Species
[Darkness. Dull light falls upon corner, clarifying space. Empty chair waits patiently. Enter Mind. Inhale. Silence. Silence. Exhale. Enter Cigarette. Mind greets Cigarette softly…]
Thought: Hello Smoke.
Smoke: Hello Thought. Lovely night isn’t it?
Thought: Most definitely is. Shall we dance?
Smoke: We shall.
[Enter Beauty]
This is an idea for a film that me and Kelvin are working on this summer. It examines, through visual composition and diegetic elements the similar paradoxical nature of thought and smoke - ordered and disordered, metamorphic and exuberant, strange and cunning. Just like thought, smoke is a free species.
