Heh.
It would seem that this whole life thing is building to something. Not sure what it is yet, but it feels like it's getting in some order. That or I just have stopped caring that much. Or maybe not. Maybe it's time to get annoyed and worked up and protest something, throw red paint on beauty queens and lie down, dead, in front of the Pfizer building.
Nah.
THere's a nice empty lot near that building. It's a sandy patch, near a fishery. A burnt smell lingers in the air constantly as boats come too and fro out of the harbor yard. A large "No Trespassing" sign wards off all those who do not fish. My friend and I ignore it. We go around it to look at the sight. Beautiful view of the decaying city across the water. We're looking for a place to shoot a scene, where my friend Tim gets beated to death. Two goons, corporate folks, do the deed. THey wear ski masks and sunglasses, suits too. I may be one of them.
I really want to get a good shot of that Pfizer building for the movie (not my movie, other Chris'). It would just be perfect. Two goons beating a man to death in front of a well known supplier of hard on pills. Great stuff.
We found a better location though, on the wrong side of the tracks, on the waterfront. There we can look at the bay, at the ships and whatnot, at the water, and at the city. WE can run past a police station. We can look at the post industrial city and all its asbestos, and we can make the viewer think, "Hey, maybe it's not so bad that it's all blowing up." That's what the ultimate goal is, to wipe away the old and make something new. Evolution in a can, dropped from a plane. Same old same old.
But Empires never last as long as tribes, they say, and the city seems to prove that, though there is a stark beauty in its fall. The city, New London, is a gem of industry gone bad, gone sour; trade gone awry. The old buildings are full of character, and the larger than life murals make one feel as though they are walking through a town that is not Athens or a Vegas knockoff, but something sub-Reno.
This city is the perfect place to make art, music, film, anything. It's perfect. I just realized this, 3.5 years too late, but better late than never.
Oddly though, there is an abundance of indian food. Cheap, too.
-ccm
It would seem that this whole life thing is building to something. Not sure what it is yet, but it feels like it's getting in some order. That or I just have stopped caring that much. Or maybe not. Maybe it's time to get annoyed and worked up and protest something, throw red paint on beauty queens and lie down, dead, in front of the Pfizer building.
Nah.
THere's a nice empty lot near that building. It's a sandy patch, near a fishery. A burnt smell lingers in the air constantly as boats come too and fro out of the harbor yard. A large "No Trespassing" sign wards off all those who do not fish. My friend and I ignore it. We go around it to look at the sight. Beautiful view of the decaying city across the water. We're looking for a place to shoot a scene, where my friend Tim gets beated to death. Two goons, corporate folks, do the deed. THey wear ski masks and sunglasses, suits too. I may be one of them.
I really want to get a good shot of that Pfizer building for the movie (not my movie, other Chris'). It would just be perfect. Two goons beating a man to death in front of a well known supplier of hard on pills. Great stuff.
We found a better location though, on the wrong side of the tracks, on the waterfront. There we can look at the bay, at the ships and whatnot, at the water, and at the city. WE can run past a police station. We can look at the post industrial city and all its asbestos, and we can make the viewer think, "Hey, maybe it's not so bad that it's all blowing up." That's what the ultimate goal is, to wipe away the old and make something new. Evolution in a can, dropped from a plane. Same old same old.
But Empires never last as long as tribes, they say, and the city seems to prove that, though there is a stark beauty in its fall. The city, New London, is a gem of industry gone bad, gone sour; trade gone awry. The old buildings are full of character, and the larger than life murals make one feel as though they are walking through a town that is not Athens or a Vegas knockoff, but something sub-Reno.
This city is the perfect place to make art, music, film, anything. It's perfect. I just realized this, 3.5 years too late, but better late than never.
Oddly though, there is an abundance of indian food. Cheap, too.
-ccm
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