Scene 1: (Shot of window, from interior of mans house)
Narration: I wake to the miserable sounds in the distance.
No peace, not here at least.
Scene 2: (Close-up shot of car passing by)
Narration: Only steel thunder tumbling on cement.
Scene 3: (Upper-body shots of people walking through the streets of downtown Memphis)
Narration: These odd creatures that wake, only to continue a life of pain.
Scene 4: (Lower shot of peoples feet walking on concrete)
Narration: No true breath lays entwined with such rubble, such filth.
Scene 5: (City shot, buildings, etc.)
Narration: A fake existence. One not worth partaking in.
Scene 6: (Shot of man’s hand (inside house) turning a doorknob.
Narration: I place my hand on the cold doorknob and slowly turn it to
the right.
Scene 7: (Trash-day shot of garbage trucks)
Narration: An awful stench fills the air.
The smell, of dump trucks on their way to the land fill.
Scene 8: (Cityscape shot, downtown Memphis, people walking around)
Narration: The land that used to flourish, stretching for days.
A day that came where humans forgot about the earth.
Scene 9: (Silhouetted man standing in front of his door looking out onto the street)
Narration: But I am not of their kind. I am alone.
We are all alone and not everyone can see it.
Scene 10: (Door opening – camera view from man’s perspective)
Narration: I step out onto the porch and into the concrete jungle for the last time!
Scene 11: (Walking through downtown Memphis – still man’s perspective)
Narration: I walk this city of bricks for miles.
What has this world evolved into?
Scene 12: (camera focuses on buildings)
Narration: I wonder what it looked liked before the buildings,
Scene 13: (camera focuses on cars driving by)
Narration: before the cars,
Scene 14: (camera focuses on trash in the street)
Narration: before the trash covering the streets, before our empire of filth.
Scene 15: (man still walking through downtown Memphis, camera view still from his perspective)
Narration: Does anyone else see through their eyes besides me,
or will this awful place forever remain?
Will the world wake up one day from this terrible nightmare and realize
what we have done? We are reduced to nothing. Just a reminder of why I must leave.
Scene 16: (Man walks from a crowded, brightly-lit street into a dark alley way – remainder of shot is him walking through the alley)
Narration: This city has a darker side. One I have come to know,
one I have come to hate. Painful lights from above me cover the stars.
Scene 17: (Clay, (bum) puking in alley)
Narration: A homeless man pukes in the alley way,
Narration: and the gunshots in the distance only remind me of the 4th of July. The day our country gained it's independence from the King.
I wish the King had won. Seems fare trade considering the land was stolen from the Native Americans in the first place.
Though, the wicked ways of this country disgust me,
I continue to walk down this road.
______Tomorrow I will leave this place behind.
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