script 7 (05/01/2020)
[hockey game by STC starts to play]
HELLO OUT THERE
HELLO OUT THERE
HELLO OUT THERE
HELLO OUT THERE
HELLO OUT THERE
HELLO OUT THERE
H--
[camera pans back, back and back and out into orbit, into our solar system]
hello out there
hello out there
hello out there
hello out there
[out to the asteroid belt as the radio bands picked up from further and further back in history, hearing 50s rock, swing music, war propaganda, then , nothing , finally nothing. A
a dark, crackling nothing
breathless and endless
ever consuming, and expanding
gravity pulling individual pockets of rogue atoms together into spheres, or crystals
where they can and we re all
left cooling from the big bang
and it's still going without edges, without form
form comes from the formless
Then order descends into chaos like breaths back and forth forever and
did you know the only way you can tell I'm getting further away is a change in the color of the light reflecting off of me? Red for getting closer, blue for getting further because there's no horizon out here. No curve. No reference point but the ego
the self
or maybe, it was the other way around. ]
hello out there.