In ether, so different so similar
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Noah is inside his car.
His head resting on the steering wheel he presses on the horn. He is unconscious.
From the dented windscreen, smoke can be seen coming from the bonnet.
He wakes up, and with pained grimaces raises his head in bewilderment.
“Great bang!” A mysterious man is sitting in the car with him in the passenger seat.
He is dressed in black. Eclectic appearance, indecipherable age. Black and well-marked eyes, dark as the night, make-up perhaps, sarcastic smile.
Noah looks around with slow movements, in a state of confusion.
“Am I still alive?” he asks.
"No." replies the man,
"Am I dead?"
"No." the strange man repeats again. "Dying is a privilege only those who live can afford."
Only now does Noah realise the eerie presence of the mysterious passenger.
"Who are you?" he asks turning towards him and observing him for the first time.
The man with his usual sarcastic smile replies: "I am the place you have been living in for too long. Life is not limited to just one breath. But you know that."
Noah continues to stare at the man suspiciously, raping himself to stop the evasion of his pent-up emotions. He struggles to continue. His voice comes out in sobs. He is beginning his surrender.
"My life...." He hesitates. "... My life is inside a black box. I am nothingness."
"Look at that girl. Do you think you are 'nothing' to her?" the enigmatic individual asks.
"I'm tired..." whispers Noah to himself to make sense of his disorientation.
"She remembers nothing. Only you can rescue her." the man continues, ignoring her whining. "There is only you here. And her. So different, so similar, lost in the same Limbo." He pauses for a moment, then resumes, "The choice is yours."
Noah tries to convince himself that this is all just a hallucination: "This isn't happening."
"Make sense of your fucking existence Noah!" exclaims the man approaching him this time making a menacing face.
And here at last all of Noah's emotions, held inside for too long, manage to emerge in a liberating, hysterical, desperate cry. Interminable.
Then he calms down. He takes a few deep breaths.
The strange man, previously sitting in the passenger seat of the car, is now gone.
(Or was he never there?)
[so different so similar]
The heavy downpour has subsided.
The girl is in the middle of the dark road bordered by the forest, huddled on herself with her face hidden in her hands. Completely soaked.
Noah gets out of the car, approaches her.
"Ehy! Everything OK?" he asks her.
She looks up sweetly and fearfully and replies with a shy, "Yeah. You?"
"I think so." he says "What happened to you?"
"I don't know."
"What's your name?"
"Opal."
"Opal..." he repeats. "...Well Opal. Would you like a cup of tea?"
His head resting on the steering wheel he presses on the horn. He is unconscious.
From the dented windscreen, smoke can be seen coming from the bonnet.
He wakes up, and with pained grimaces raises his head in bewilderment.
“Great bang!” A mysterious man is sitting in the car with him in the passenger seat.
He is dressed in black. Eclectic appearance, indecipherable age. Black and well-marked eyes, dark as the night, make-up perhaps, sarcastic smile.
Noah looks around with slow movements, in a state of confusion.
“Am I still alive?” he asks.
"No." replies the man,
"Am I dead?"
"No." the strange man repeats again. "Dying is a privilege only those who live can afford."
Only now does Noah realise the eerie presence of the mysterious passenger.
"Who are you?" he asks turning towards him and observing him for the first time.
The man with his usual sarcastic smile replies: "I am the place you have been living in for too long. Life is not limited to just one breath. But you know that."
Noah continues to stare at the man suspiciously, raping himself to stop the evasion of his pent-up emotions. He struggles to continue. His voice comes out in sobs. He is beginning his surrender.
"My life...." He hesitates. "... My life is inside a black box. I am nothingness."
"Look at that girl. Do you think you are 'nothing' to her?" the enigmatic individual asks.
"I'm tired..." whispers Noah to himself to make sense of his disorientation.
"She remembers nothing. Only you can rescue her." the man continues, ignoring her whining. "There is only you here. And her. So different, so similar, lost in the same Limbo." He pauses for a moment, then resumes, "The choice is yours."
Noah tries to convince himself that this is all just a hallucination: "This isn't happening."
"Make sense of your fucking existence Noah!" exclaims the man approaching him this time making a menacing face.
And here at last all of Noah's emotions, held inside for too long, manage to emerge in a liberating, hysterical, desperate cry. Interminable.
Then he calms down. He takes a few deep breaths.
The strange man, previously sitting in the passenger seat of the car, is now gone.
(Or was he never there?)
[so different so similar]
The heavy downpour has subsided.
The girl is in the middle of the dark road bordered by the forest, huddled on herself with her face hidden in her hands. Completely soaked.
Noah gets out of the car, approaches her.
"Ehy! Everything OK?" he asks her.
She looks up sweetly and fearfully and replies with a shy, "Yeah. You?"
"I think so." he says "What happened to you?"
"I don't know."
"What's your name?"
"Opal."
"Opal..." he repeats. "...Well Opal. Would you like a cup of tea?"