a faded sketch on a scene script of kriiva with his face shadowed.
INT. APARTMENT BEDROOM - MIDNIGHT A pensive author sits in the dark bedroom while wearing headphones and listening to music. They are lit by the glow of their computer screens with a word processing program open. KRIIVA I kind of feel like a drive partition. A part of a whole but separate for another purpose. Data that belongs in a different place. Stagnant. Disorganized. KRIIVA (CONT'D) I know what I am today, I don't know what I'll be tomorrow, but it will probably be some variation of the same things I've always been. Today I kind of just want to jerk myself off. I am pride. I want attention. I want recognition. I want to hear my own name. I want to hear myself talk. I want to get as close to reality as I can for the thrill of it. I want to leave a mark and be given the glory of knowing the impact it had. I want to hallucinate myself outside of the partition as best I can. KRIIVA (CONT'D) That's just today. Tomorrow is unseen. I could be asleep all day, or maybe I will be so sickened by myself that it makes the whole drive outside of my partition slow to a crawl while it struggles. KRIIVA (CONT'D) (long pause) I shouldn't do that to her. KRIIVA (CONT'D) (long pause) I shouldn't do a lot of things. I don't speak unless spoken to no matter how lonely it gets. I don't know what I am anymore, I don't trust more than two people, I can't disappear, and I don't think I deserve anything but to remain in my partition forever. KRIIVA (CONT'D) The idea behind why I remain changes every day, just like the idea of me changes every day. I am all of the data sitting in this partition, but data isn't always processed all at once, it is searched. I am searched every day for something, be it a desire, a memory, a sensation, or something intrusive. The search changes, so does the intention, and so does my purpose. KRIIVA (CONT'D) I can be anger, control, steadfast, anxiety, despair, fear, lust, pain, or comfort. T…
it's hard to know who cares anymore // #pumpkiniumart #personal #kriiva