Every now and then I hear people talk about the idea of “a soul mate” one might be “fated” to meet. But if you are one hundred percent destined to meet a soul mate, this to me is a horrible fate. For it would mean being trapped into a predetermined reality and forced to follow a script to live
EXT. CITY PARK – DUSK [A FATHER sits with his young son, MATTHEW, on a bench in a park watching the sun go down over the horizon.] FATHER: Matthew, it’s time we had the talk. You see son, in nature … MATTHEW: I’m twelve dad. Don’t you think it’s a bit late? I know about
EXT. CHURCH ENTRANCE, SOMEWHERE IN EUROPE – DAY [A LONE TOURIST, A MAN, STANDS WAITING ON A STREET CORNER AT THE ENTRANCE OF A CHURCH WITH A LARGE MAP IN HIS HANDS, APPARENTLY LOST. AFTER A SHORT WHILE, A WOMAN APPROACHES HIM WITH A CAMERA IN HAND.] WOMAN: Excuse me? MAN: Sure, I’ll take your picture.
The scary thing is, this is actually true. Well, maybe not people with two heads (yet). But sperm with two heads, yes it’s real. I recently read an article on the New York Times website and felt inspired to create a new illustration on the theme. Check out the article here:
INT. MOVING BUS [A MAN sits at the back of a moving bus. It’s just him and the driver. After a short time, the bus stops and a WOMAN gets on and validates her ticket. The woman takes the seat next to the man and, after a short hesitation, hugs him.] WOMAN: Missed you. MAN: I
Many years later, Larry would look up at the stars squinting through his cage in the lizard exhibit and wonder what Paula was doing. Every day he dreamt of those days she had fed him peaches by hand, the stringy yellow flesh that flashed before his eyes, and the sweetness on his tongue. And every night he dreamt
James didn’t always like knitting. He had read that it was scientifically proven to lower testosterone. But then, he also knew that beer does the same – it’s the hops – not that you see the men at the pub complaining. Yep, the bikies, plumbers, roofers – they may as well be knitting too. He
Dear Samantha, I trust you’re well and that your family is in good health? I felt the need to write due to sudden nostalgia. Remember when you told me about little Billy down the road? How you showed him yours and then he reneged What a bastard, that Billy! Don’t worry, I’ll keep your secrets
INT. APARTMENT – DAY [A MAN and a WOMAN stand behind a kitchen bench inspecting a large jar, inside of which is a dead frog.] MAN: [PROUDLY] It’s called the impossibility of life in the mind of something dead. It has an expiry date of course. WOMAN: It’s not dead. MAN: You just don’t understand art.