I am on the Hungerford Footbridge. Is it the Hungerford? I know it’s not the Millennium Bridge. The Millennium Bridge is that one over there that looks like somebody dropped a fucking hunk of scrap metal over the Thames. I don’t know what the hell they were thinking. Anyway

restart

OK, so it is Guy Fawkes Day. I am walking over the Thames on some Bridge

shit some bridge

I am walking on this bridge over the Thames. It may or it may not be the Hungerford Footbridge. It is Guy Fawkes Day. There are fireworks in the distance

holy shit

In the distance there are fireworks. And off to my left

no, asshole

Off to my RIGHT is Parliament. It glows like the fireworks

fucking asshole that’s really good “it glows like the fireworks”

OK, so I am on the bridge. Parliament is lit up, but this night it is put to shame by the fireworks in the distance. Maybe. I don’t really know, cause they are mostly hidden behind buildings but I know they are there. I hear them. I can see some of them. I want to smell them. Well, sort of. I don’t really want to smell them. The British Airways London Eye

stupid fucking name like anyone really calls it that

The London Eye is across the river on my right. It glows white and blue. It turns slowly.

Half an hour of hell if I were to get in there. Nothing like locking myself in a box for thirty minutes. Yeah, that’s fun.

I am walking on this bridge and in my head

OK... there is this song going through my head

OK OK there is

OK

Ghost ghost I know you live within me feel as you fly in thunderclouds above the city into one that I love with all that was left within me ‘til you tore in two now wings and rings and there’s so many waiting here for you

It doesn’t read like it sounds. Sort of. You can’t really understand you sort of have to hear it.

OK, pretend you’re hearing it. OK now

OK, that song is in my head. And I am on the bridge. We think it is the Hungerford Footbridge. It is Guy Fawkes Day. He tried to blow up Parliament which is off to my RIGHT. And there are fireworks. They are in the distance, but I know they are there even though they are hidden. And the river. Oh, the river sparkles. Reflects all of this other stuff. The river, in the daytime brown-ass-ugly, all this is reflected as beautiful as Monet would have done it. And the (British Airways) London Eye glows beautiful blue and white. And this song is still in my head. And I start to sing it to myself. And suddenly we cut to...


INT. COMPUTER LAB – NIGHT
Dave sits at the computer slamming his head against the keyboard.

too dramatic OK

INT. COMPUTER LAB - NIGHT
Dave sits at the keyboard... I don’t know... smacking himself in the face and yelling “STUPID STUPID STUPID”

yeah, that’s good crazy people at keyboards are exciting

OK, different tack. well, actually same tack. OK, well, anyway we cut to

EXT. HUNGERFORD FOOTBRIDGE – NIGHT
And nothing happens. Really.


Like it is time to be done it is like disjointed like in my head like it is reading like it’s reading a like

I’m fucking saying LIKE like I’m my ex-girlfriend, what the fuck is that about.

OK, it’s in my head it’s disjointed but it’s hopping all over the place it’s like

fuck LIKE

OK, it is AS IF I’m inside some Faulkner monologue, Benjy from Sound & Fury, I am Benjy I am Sounding I am FURIOUS and I can’t keep time straight and it’s so

I mean, I’ve been trying to write another update I really have been trying

but it’s difficult to read

well, shit

I mean, it’s difficult to both read AND write 600 unfinished sentences. But unfortunately, that’s all that’s in my head right now.

600 unfinished sentences.

Well, that one ended. But that one’s really a sentence fragment.

Technically.



I called Briana and we sang Tori on the phone together because somehow we missed it


This is somehow oppressive.


This is like being yelled at constantly.

I don’t mean this update, I mean this city. Well, this update might be like being yelled at constantly I don’t know.

Anyway

I need New York unique New York I know I need unique New York.

Not quite the same ring in the first as in the second person, really. Oh, I miss speech exercises.

Wait. I miss fucking SPEECH EXERCISES. How bad is this getting?


It’s not that I don’t like it... It’s just that I don’t....


I watched Finding Nemo to remind me of the night that I was with Lauren and Jessica and we laughed manically and we ran into Bri and Gerritt and Brad on the way back and they were on there way

no, wrong their

they were on THEIR way there. like that. they were on their way, I mean, to see Nemo and it was a good night. We had drunk wine, I forgot to mention that. Actually, I’m fairly convinced that Jess brought wine into the theatre.

awesome.

It’s all these nights of this summer in that apartment

that apartment that, shit, almost burned down did you guys hear about that what happened was

well anyway

these nights. and these places. in this apartment. and these people. and something in the Life Café and my birthday and people were there and some balloon tied around my wrist and calling my brother on Wil’s phone and my brother telling Wil he would gladly pay for the minutes I used on his phone

and that moment of connection to the world when Wil told me that wow

and then something about walking through New York and then something about Owen saying he spent all night at Marla’s and I said “I know, Owen, I was there” and he said “Seriously?” and I said “Yeah, we talked for like an hour and a half”

or well

not “Orwell” I mean “or (space) well”

like that apartment. and ps2. and people being over. dylan and his girlfriend. that bastard house-mate we had Matt and how I wanted to kill him. and Scraps making fun of him. and watching Homestar on my computer. and Deena scared their bed was going to collapse.

and something else about something, I don’t know it’s all a little hazier than I want it to be

it’s all a little hazier than I mean it to be

it’s just

well, it’s just...


it’s not long now, he said, looking at his watch