The following piece of text will be recited by a dummy which I started making for a completely different film idea than the one i will be filming. I have forgotten the original idea, but the concept in this new idea is about how actions, however small, can effect the next stage of your existence. I was recording things i had done, was doing and was going to do on paper after, simultaneously and before i had done them which eventually confused me a lot and gave me a feeling i was travelling through time. I was also predicting what i would be doing next but then changing what i had plotted by making very small and seemingly insignificant decisions. In this short story i created i always intended it to be read by the dummy but as it progressed it became the dummy who was writing the story. I have still to decipher the complete meaning behind this exercise (and thats exactly what it is) because i haven't completed it yet. The next stage will be to set up camera and have the dummy tell the story and see if there is any relevance in what it says. Here is what i began to write down and the dummy finished:
Roughly an hour of my life
I had an idea.
This happened after I had been to a meeting.
I came back from the meeting and made a cup of tea for my house mate and myself. I came upstairs with the intention of making a dummy for film purposes which I started but then I had an idea to write down what I was doing, so I put a cd on which was The Clash and sat down to write about what I’d already done. But my pen didn’t work so I scribbled for a bit, then swore then ran down stairs to get another and shouted to my housemate “I’ve got an idea!”
Then I went to the shop to get some quavers. Although the thing is I haven’t yet, it’s just I’m writing it now as I know it’s going to happen when I’ve finished writing this. Actually I’m going to re write this last bit. I finished my cup of tea, which I haven’t yet, then I went to buy a pack of quavers from the shop in the sleet.
I finished my tea, which had lumps of congealed milk in it then I went to the shop to get some quavers, which I haven’t done yet). Although saying that I did actually get some quavers from the shop I am going to after the meeting when I was getting milk for the cup of tea I have just drunk. But the thing is I didn’t go to the shop to get quavers, I went to the shop to get milk and salt and vinegars.
And now I am going to the shop.
When I went to the shop I saw two men obviously dealing drugs and they both looked at me and I got the impression that they didn’t care that I was going to the shop. I also realised that they had no idea about the significance of them being there and becoming part of my story. When I got to the shop I had ruined the plot of the story because I didn’t buy quavers I bought a mars bar, a pack of salt and vinegar and some flaming hot monster munch which I have just finished eating. When I asked for a mars bar, (which you have to because they are behind a Perspex shield) the young man serving tried to hide a cigarette which he was smoking illegally behind the counter. But I think he then decided that I didn’t care about him smoking behind the counter so he took another drag and asked me for one pound fifty which I gave him. As I turned to go I said “I like your style” in respect of him not obliging to the smoking law, but I immediately realised as he gave me a discerning look that he didn’t care that I liked his style because it probably wasn’t anything to do with style to him, in fact I think he was smoking indoors illegally because it was sleeting outside.
When I got back from the shop I finished making myself. Then I put myself in a cupboard. Then I thought about what you would think about everything I’ve just said.
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