At first it was not only strange but also incredibly difficult to manage. Being thrust from the cold, industrial world I knew into this was something well beyond anything I could ever adjust to. Still glass giants, buzzing metallic machines and steel skies were all I had ever known. Spending …
{…the final pages of the DECONSTRUCTING NIRVANA screenplay…} EXT. “THE OUTSKIRS” MOTEL – NIGHT A broken down, U-shaped motel in the middle of the desert. A few cars parked outside, a couple of rooms lit. Distant cricket sounds. A speeding car pulls in askew, the driver exits the car …
Nirvana gets her head out of the toilet, puts both arms on the toilet seat and tries to stand up. Her feet still shaking she stumbles on empty bottles and beer cans and falls back on her knees. A rattling sound follows as she screams in despair. She hates herself …
There’s a war waging somewhere in the distance, Nirvana can hear the gunshots and explosions from over here. The ground under her feet started trembling and dark clouds of smoke and ash are moving across the sky. The battle is definitely getting closer and pretty soon it will engulf Nirvana …
The empty apartment was only intermittently lit by the occasional passing car and the flickering blood-red neon sign from the fish market down the street. He opened the front door and swiftly let himself in, flooding the apartment, if only for a second, with nauseating yellow light from the damp …
The piercing cold had been a worrisome problem the whole trek. Trudging for hours through the knee-high layer of frozen snow, I had gradually lost all feeling in my toes but was too afraid to take my boots off and check their condition. However I was sure the irreversible process …