Bohemia: Final Project
* If you are reading the script, the bolded parts are read by a guy and the parts that are not bolded are read by a girl. * There is a summary of what the script is actually talking about/ based on at the end.
Bohemia:
I cried out for lack of a better way, and couldn’t figure out why it was so hard to just breathe. I heard the sound, distinct, soothing, hopeful- and reached for the phone with my shaky hands, “I’m sorry, I can’t do it, but we’ll talk later.” It felt like a mercy kill, in my heart full of mirrors, the lights began to fade and it all disappeared. I knew it was finally done; rationality had finally escaped my mind.
Harvesting the smudges of smiles, with bare feet we smashed the sky in puddles. We are the sole guests at the funeral of rationality, and we ran through fields with unruly patters in our hearts. We danced colors against a dusking sky because time was absent there. It was on that patch of open green field amid the industrial city where we could forget the world and escape by excursions through woods, climbing rocks and laying in the sun.
Now we are grown, and in a line we are followed by those left behind, but in that land we were the pirates of inflatable ships, the buriers of the numbers on clocks. No sense of what we had to do, no sense of where we had to be, we lived in the moment, we lived for the now, for the present. Our future was a far off battle; smoke and drink were the words of our day.
With ambition gone and all care lost, our confused minds gave way as concern for everything and anything burned away. The sun burned as we did, sitting there in the vast openness that once seemed so large, so connected. No longer were we citizens of our old, familiar world, but kings and queens on a meaningless frontier, just like everybody else. With all problems gone and questions answered, we reclusive kings and queens congregated on the best place we knew. Our altered states of minds were all we needed and wanted, for all we wanted was to get away.
Added negativity in these young lives is no longer in demand, the vacancy light switched off long ago, for enough already exists, boiling within. Overflowing thoughts, questions and hot tears, tears that drip down their faces because of fear that this could be their last meeting. So easily deniable right now as they sit, youth in peak, closer than ever, but who knows what the future will bring. Maybe they will meet again, they may last, they may grow apart, but for now all they know is the familiar touch of each other’s skin, the summers heat, and the silence that creates an opportunity to slow down and live in the moment.
We were summer kids. With mercury rising, we walked barefoot, the asphalt burning our toes red like hotdogs sizzling on a grill. I always kept my shoes off, but the others could never stand the heat. Freedom is what I felt, maybe I was the flower child, but I was the child that was free. I lived for the right to do what I wanted, say what I wanted, and act upon any emotion I felt. I loved nature, I loved the feeling of grass on my feet and the dew in the morning, they gave me my carefree spirit.
I was arrogant, I was a cheater, I was a pain in the ass, not anymore, something changed me. I felt her grasp my hand tighter and I snapped out of the trance that I was so enthralled in. I never realized it, just as I never realized who I was, or what I was doing. Sneaking into my sisters room as she lit a bowl. I just wanted peace of mind, a chance to escape the past. The past, it was the keeper of my deviance, my childlike pranks and my adolescent mistakes. I lived on moments of betrayal, no consideration of what I might have done to instill such hatred in so many adults. I felt as if I were on top of the world.
I was a free spirit. Calm and careless, with my white dress, messy blonde hair, and bare feet, I kept the peace, and made laughter a continuous sound. I was free from thoughts of war, dishonesty, and supremacy, and this freedom I spread to all I knew.
Freedom, our free will. It is what leads me to believe we will be the ones to start it, a revolution of ideals and principals. Together, the peacekeepers, my generation will turn around the values that have ruled this country for so long. Soon peace and prosperity, the American dream of opportunity will be the currency of the realm and corruption will be banished forever.
I was unusual, I was timid, I honestly didnt know what I was doing or what to say, all I knew was the current frame I saw through my small black lens. What was I thinking, there is so much I didn’t do, high school, what a fucking joke. Saving me from my own depressing thoughts, I blinked. It was at this exact point in time that the deep blue of her eyes blew every thought of past experience out of my mind. I was there, I was lying in the grass, I was with her, time made no difference, time had stopped.
I smoothed your silence over mine. I would tell you if you would listen, but I knew now was not the time. Somehow, you’re transfixed by me, gripped by fervent memories. Your appearance while in this state makes it hard to look away. Time was no longer a factor in this moment; your gaze was all I wanted to see. We always lay together in our haven, in the grass; while my mind ran through past memories of this refuge we both have shared for so long. A common ground we have shared for so long, but never together.
Beauty, love, fun, and freedom are found in our haven, where the doctrine of our generation was created and signed. It represents us; it is what we will always live for.
Summary of Narrative:
Just in case you totally don’t understand it. =D
So basically, the narrative/ memoir is about being unconventional (hence the title Bohemia), but is told through a conversation between two people: a girl and a guy. It is a description of some of my experiences and ideals that i feel strongly about, as well as some made up ideals and experiences that are semi-truthful (i think) to the guy reading. It’s almost a memoir, but more a poetic conversation between these two people describing their true (aka based on real life) ideals, personalities, and past experiences, but with a little twist of imagination to create a more complete allegory. As it begins each person speaks in past tense, of themselves, but towards the end (as well as some random instances in the middle) you can see their stories intertwine and meet at a common place, which is my favorite place in New York City, the great lawn. =D
