What is the Script?
Is art a script? Is music a script? Is the cinema a script? Is my own life a script?
What is the script?
Does the world follow a script on a daily basis all in the name of fitting in?
Is the end, part of the script? There is no creator; No sustainer of life. There is only the end. No design, The End.
Every day you reach the end. The end can be romantic I kept telling myself.
The end will be my fate. The end to me was like a film, the end
being the point in time in which you leave the film.
It doesn’t really matter in some kind of existentialist form I tell myself.
The remainder of the cast and audience will carry on the film without you.
It goes on.