Script

I thought that depression was a pain that I couldn’t empathize with, and when I tried to interpret a work with negative and pessimistic themes, maybe it was because I felt the positive force behind the emotion.

When I appreciate works of art or look at things, I am always attracted by some negative emotions. He can give people to do things that are beyond the reach of ordinary people and understand the truth that ordinary people cannot understand.

Several friends told me that because she felt worthless at work and wanted to escape, she did not know how to choose the next journey.Also has because of the unexpected, consecutive six months every night to drink to sleep.People around you don’t know how to comfort them, from saying “it’s going to be okay” to “how come you’re still struggling with this after all this time”.

When thinking about the script, I watched some films of depression to let myself get deep into it and feel daily with their thoughts.

His play is about the hero (me) and his family grew up in a big city, I used to dream of this city, infinite beautiful.I thought my happy life was here.But I don’t know when it started, the surroundings began to be different.Work, study, love, are piled up here, and then lost.

Lonely feeling, a soul was pulling away, only the body, very empty, you every day like a machine supply what body need and ability, but the whole people feel like the world without meaning again, all things seem to know that I always engraved on asking myself, why does man alive, but it seems I always can’t find the answer.

I don’t want to hear some truth from my friends, but I have to do it. However, I feel uncomfortable for an hour or two in the process of learning.

As a native of Margate, he grew up listening to the older generation tell him about the bustling history of his hometown, so he decided to look for hope there.

But when he arrived, he found the scene was different from what they had described.

The old town and Cecil Square enjoyed The role of The heart in different times due to many wars, suffered losses in The name of new development, became economically vulnerable, and suffered a series of social problems.

Heavy reliance on declining industries, population decline…I have found that time can destroy beautiful things.For half a year, I have been trying to save myself, to find, to reach my heart of the sun.I, the dock and the beach are dead.Nothing to remember…

I just left a scar, itchy to cut it off, but it would bleed.One thousand pieces of scab want to dig, now into a scar how to dig down.I could hardly breathe, but I thought of that place, that imaginary beach.I had a dream.

I heard the sound of the waves, the wind, the sound of seagulls flying, I found myself, like the sea crashed the ship, the most important thing is to save themselves.

Because I don’t know when life will come to an abrupt end, but I at least found after things feel beautiful, like the ripples after the ship.

There are not so many known things in the dream, there is no way to predict what will happen next, just let it go, let it go.

I woke up after that moment as usual, but I began to hope that the beach I had been waiting for, from dawn to dusk, would come alive again, even briefly.

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