Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Songs & Poetry Class

We're supposed to write a script based on a line from Pink Floyd's song, and this is what I came up with. If you ever need an existential play, don't hesitate to use this one.

The Fish's Lot

It's a big transparent fishbowl, the kind you find in films, one transluscent fish with the face of a man swims aimlessly with soulless eyes.
There is a plop sound out of screen. He does not register at first, then his eyes narrow and he turns suspiciously, he does not want to believe that something might have changed.
POV shot, we see another ectoplasmic fish, with a female face equally bewildered.

Fish 1 swims furiously to greet Fish 2, but does not dare to approach too closely.

Fish 1: Are you real?

Fish 2: I think so. Are YOU real?

Fish 1: I was here before you, so I guess so. Where'd you come from?

Fish 2: I don't know. I'd been swimming as usual in a similar looking bowl to this one, but there was a strange whoosh and I couldn't breathe for awhile and then I was here.

Fish 1: What happened?

Fish 2: I don't know. I don't know if I want to know.

Fish 1: What were you before this?

Fish 2: Oh yes. There was a before this wasn't there? It's been so very long, and I've been stuck in this whiteness for awhile now. I think I was like you...

Fish 1: Human? Like with limbs and all that? With cities, and trees and music and leaves and not this infernal absolute whiteness?

Fish 2: And fishbowl, don't forget the fishbowl. Yeah, I think I was like you. Ah. This reminds me of a song I once heard, Pink Floyd's Wish You Were Here. The exact line describes this ever so nicely...

Fish 1: What was it?

Fish 2: Don't interrupt me, I'm thinking.. It was "We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,"

Fish 1: Oh my god, is that what's happening here, the bastard.

Fish 2: I don't know about that, but it'd been so lonely I wished for some company.

Fish 1 is distracted.

Fish 1: Oh sorry, did you say something, I was thinking. Do you think we're real? Cause this could be some sick joke created by some kid in a songs and poetry class writing about that song?

Fish 2: That's would suck.

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