Terra Firma: Idea 2

I created a short film a couple of semesters ago, that to me was more
narratively compelling than visually. The short told a story of man
who is tired of, " the concrete jungle," he is surrounded in. He decides to
leave everyone he knows behind to live as a free man in the forest.
I want to further expand the original narration into a more detailed story
of why he made such a decision. Why he would leave his family, his job,
everone he knew to live alone in the forest? What drives someone to no
longer possess a need for material items, or city life? I feel that the viewer
needs this information, and could lead to a much stronger piece, as well as
more visual representation of the new world he encounters. A year ago, I built
a shelter in the middle of the Smokey Mountains. I will return to use the
shelter as the setting for the character's (Me) new found world, while of course
filming his city life in Memphis.

Original Narration:

It is all over now.
I have left this world.
There is no returning this time.
My family, friends, technology: all forgotten.
I am returning to the jungle.
As the Lysergic acid diethylamide enters my system,
I am touched by the hands of my ancestors and reminded
that we humans were put here for a much greater purpose
than destroying the earth and savaging the land.
All I need are my hands and feet, no concrete street.
A home of sticks and stones, and most of all peace.
A place to breath,
a place to eat
and a world where I’m actually free.
I am returning to an earth that believes.
I have found my place of rest,
A breath beneath my chest,
salvation at it’s best.
I have conquered death a million times from stress.
I scream at the God’s: leave me blessed.
To the people I love, I’ll be ok.
Alone on this mountaintop, there’s no pain to decay.
I’ve started my new life; actually it’s just begun.
Never again the feeling of wanting to run.
Believe in me and believe in this earth,
for I have reconnected with a most perfect worth.
Maybe a day will come filled with recognition of what wrong we’ve done.
Until this day I will remain in the valley of one.