humans are programs

  • Student: What’s the point of conversation?
  • Teacher: What type of conversation are you talking about?
  • Student: When people speak to each other.
  • Teacher: What do you mean?
  • Student: I feel like a computer program sometimes. Every day I say to the same people, hi, how are you? To which I get a reply with, good, how are you? I then say good thanks and the cycle just repeats. Even with strangers, I don’t care how they are; I haven’t even met them before that moment.
  • Teacher: And what is wrong with that?
  • Student: I don't feel like saying, hi, how are you? anymore. I really don't care to tell you the truth.
  • Teacher: Well, it’s like we are programmed to be polite.
  • Student: Why?
  • Teacher: It keeps order to some extent.
  • Student: Why do people say things they don't mean?
  • Teacher: To be nice, maybe, it’s a little bit of respect.
  • Student: People are mean anyway! If they don’t mean it, I don’t think that’s worthy of respect.
  • Teacher: Some people speak their mind though.
  • Student: Will the world be a better place if people did speak their mind?
  • Teacher: Probably not.


60 thousand words in 3 sentences

  • Friend: Do you have an idea for a story?
  • Writer: I do.
  • Friend: What's it about?
  • Writer: A relationship filled with love, he dies and she was looking forward to spending the rest of her life with him. So years go by and she moves on finally, gets married and has kids but she still misses him every day and wonders what it would have been like if he was still alive. I don't know, maybe to hold him for one more time, to feel that happiness once again.
  • Friend: Sounds good, why haven't you started?
  • Writer: Well, I think my idea is more of a quote I could post on Tumblr than try to write 60 thousand words to what is essentially the whole story in 3 sentences.


no sun

  • Customer: It's a lovely day outside today.
  • Hungry Jack's Employee: Oh, is it? We don't get to see the Sun. We don't know if it's sunny or raining outside.


what's it like being 30?

  • Kid: What's it like being 30?
  • Unemployed Man: It feels the same as being 20.
  • Kid: What do you mean?
  • Unemployed Man: Actually, I don't feel any different. 18? 20? 30? It’s all the same to me.
  • Kid: Are you happy with your life?
  • Unemployed Man: I have no job. No money really, I am living with my parents.
  • Kid: Is it hard at 30?
  • Unemployed Man: It's hard at any age.
  • Kid: Why haven't you got a job?
  • Unemployed Man: I don't know. I have been close, but just haven’t worked out yet.
  • Kid: Are you afraid?
  • Unemployed Man: You sure ask a lot of questions kid.
  • Kid: I guess I'm interested and a little afraid.
  • Unemployed Man: Well, you might be lucky. You see, I know people who are my age and have started a family; they earn good money and think about taking holidays every now and then. On the other hand you have me, trying to find a job.
  • Kid: I guess I'm afraid now.
  • Unemployed Man: Stay in school kid; get a certificate in a trade or something. It was easy back in the days, now you need all sorts of degrees. One isn't enough. There are millions of people out there with them and more. At least with a trade, you'll be needed.
  • Kid: Life is pretty short huh?
  • Unemployed Man: It is, but hey, options do turn up, but you have to make them happen. They just haven't happened for me yet.
  • Kid: Do you have a plan?
  • Unemployed Man: A plan? The plan is find something hard to do and work hard at it, that's where the money is and try to retire early.
  • Kid: Sounds like a good plan.
  • Unemployed Man: If I don't fail.
  • Kid: Are you a morning person?
  • Unemployed Man: If I sleep early enough it's alright, but I don't want to be 50 or even 60 waking up every morning to go to work. There's not much life left to enjoy if you're working until your grave.
  • Kid: What's your advice to me?
  • Unemployed Man: It's never too late to do what you want. It might seem everyone around you is leaving you behind in every aspect, but just keep at it. Do something as opposed to not doing something. You have to make things happen, even if you're 30 and you're still lost, nothing will come to you, you have to work hard. You might be lucky one day, you just might be kid.


thinking without a sound

  • His Thoughts: I want to speak to you when you're not around.
  • Her Thoughts: You never seem like you want to speak to me when I'm around.
  • His Thoughts: I want you to notice how you spin me around.
  • Her Thoughts: I don't notice if you notice me.
  • His Thoughts: When I close my eyes, I believe no one has experienced a similar feeling.
  • Her Thoughts: When I close my eyes; I don't even dream.
  • His Thoughts: You take my feelings to places they have never been.
  • Her Thoughts: Mine have stayed in the same place.
  • His Thoughts: I wish you were here when I sleep . . .
  • Her Thoughts: I wish I dreamed . . .
  • His Thoughts: It's not enough!
  • Her Thoughts: It's never enough.
  • His Thoughts: You already exist in my heart.
  • Her Thoughts: I want to tell you . . .
  • His Thoughts: I hope you always know . . .
  • Her Thoughts: I think about you all the time.
  • His Thoughts: I think about you all the time.
  • Her Thoughts: . . .
  • His Thoughts: And just so you know
  • Her Thoughts: So you know
  • His Thoughts: I will never let you go.
  • Her Thoughts: I will never let you go.


is it true?

  • Me: Is it true to what they say?
  • Thoughts: The truth always felt like this.
  • Me: Is it true to what they said?
  • Thoughts: The truth had always lingered around.
  • Me: Is . . . it . . . true?
  • Thoughts: The truth could never understand. We could never understand . . . when the news came, it hit pretty hard.
  • Me: Like a hurricane inside my heart.
  • Thoughts: When it did, I needed a hand.
  • Me: I was too proud; I refused every hand.
  • Thoughts: I have always felt like this.
  • Me: The truth had always felt like this.
  • Thoughts: And the truth stayed this way.
  • Me: It had always stayed this way.


time realises

  • Time: Sometimes I feel like life is passing me by, not slowly either . . .


the viewer's interpretation

  • Voice Over: Don’t believe me if I told you to believe me.
  • Viewer: Believe me.
  • Voice Over: Is it all fact or fiction?
  • Viewer: Fiction . . .
  • Voice Over: Notice how in life you never really notice all the things that happen every day, from the wind that closes your bedroom door or when the leaves fall and gently float next to you.
  • Viewer: I notice . . .
  • Voice Over: You don’t have to pay to notice, it’s for free.
  • Viewer: I'm too scared to pay.
  • Voice Over: Sometimes you like what you hate and you become someone you’re not at heart, maybe you do things so it could be fate?
  • Viewer: I hate what I like; my heart rejects me and I don’t believe in fate.
  • Voice Over: Do you want something you don’t want? Or maybe you have been looking through a window you don’t really want to see through?
  • Viewer: I'm not sure what I want. I can’t see anything when I look through the window.
  • Voice Over: Look at who you are, look for those who care for you and realise how far they would go just to be with you and help you so you don’t have any trouble at smiling.
  • Viewer: I don’t know who I am. It doesn’t feel like anyone cares for me.
  • Voice Over: Laugh when something is not funny; don’t be sorry if you’re not sorry.
  • Viewer: Nothing is funny any more. I have nothing to apologise for.
  • Voice Over: Appreciate the sound of the waves that hit the shore or the birds that sing when everything else looks so dim.
  • Viewer: It’s cold near the beach and the birds don’t sing. It’s cold outside and I believe for them not to sing any more, is an indication of hope that seems so dim.


please me

  • Bystander: It has always been like that; everyone tries to please people they have never met before.


a dreamer's conversation

  • Dreamer: I'm out of time. I tell myself it will change, in my subconscious, where everything feels so strange.
  • Subconscious: You have time.
  • Dreamer: I'm losing this race; I feel like this place, it doesn't feel like mine.
  • Subconscious: Everything is yours. Nothing is foreign.
  • Dreamer: I feel as if I'm living inside a dream not made for me.
  • Subconscious: Everything is made for you here.
  • Dreamer: The faces stare at me like I'm foreign.
  • Subconscious: They won't hurt you.
  • Dreamer: It's my place of comfort, but, it doesn't feel like mine.
  • Subconscious: Everything is yours.
  • Dreamer: I used to come here for many years that have past, a refuge, and a safe place away from those who are awake.
  • Subconscious: No one is awake here.