Modernity and Director's Will
Years later, when facing his mother on the couch in a miniature theater in New York, at the end of the lantern, Keaton will think back to that cool equinox morning in Schenectady.
At that time, as a drama director, his new play was just beginning, and when he woke up, he was like a white horse and reached the age of no confusion. At the beginning of life, Keaton didn't know how to describe it. On the first page after the birth of the new script, there was only a simple sentence, printed on pale paper. After this page of play paper was typed out on the typewriter, it twitched on the tape for a while, and then from The machine fell onto the table, followed the legs of the table, and slid to the corner of the wall. When his wife Adele came to open the door, he jumped out and came to the streets of Schenectady, avoiding the sparse traffic. With pedestrians, we drifted down the road toward what might be Broadway in Manhattan Island.
A theater critic saw this page on the road, stopped sideways, watched it, and then continued to move forward. The page floated along the highway, passing several famous blocks and wading a few more times. A river, stuck to the tires of a bus, stopped and went for thirty-six thousand five hundred laps, and came to what seemed to be Keaton's theater. This page of play paper escaped the pursuit of the wild dog several times, but was picked up by the unanimous pelican on the tree. An ancient bell rang, and the maple leaf in early autumn fell. This page of play paper was attached to this maple leaf. It floated up to the office window of the Keaton Theater. The moment the assistant got up and closed the window, the play paper jumped on the maple leaf, got into the office through the window that was about to close, and quietly landed on the table that was about to be written. on the new script. When Keaton came to the office again, this page of play paper posed and merged into the title page of the new play. At this time, Keaton saw the first page of the new play, and there was only one sentence: people are likely to be born alone. And the previous critic, who caught a glimpse of this page on the side of the road, spent three entire pages in the New York Times commentary column the next day, criticizing the rubbishness of this nonsense, and the clock never stopped. It didn't ring.
In the theater, the moment every script is written for the first time, there will be a mysterious text embedded in the title page that no one can understand, like a parchment full of mysterious codes, predicting the script's success. Destiny, there was once a screenwriter who wanted to decipher this passage. He had read all the well-known dramas and mastered all the writing skills, but even so, when faced with this obscure passage, he could not understand it. Word for word, and Keaton's new play is certainly no exception. The creator of the New York Theater World, once made a bet with a demon named {Lonely} to see who can capture more lonely souls from the opponent. In order to help the world fight against loneliness, the Creator has given all screenwriters a weapon - the script. In each scene, loneliness will be dissolved, life can be given meaning, and the world will not be so boring. However, in this world, the growth of loneliness never stops. After every laughter, laughter, laughter and tears, the loneliness will wither away, but in the dead of night, when facing the long night alone, the loneliness will quietly grow again. Seesaw endlessly like the cycle of fate.
There was once a fledgling screenwriter who was said to be the descendant of the prophet Mackey. His ancestors used to wander around the world. Every time they wandered to a city, they would try to maintain their traditional customs and reject others before they accepted them. Thousands of miles away, it is precisely because they have seen this kind of maverick that people in these cities visited by the descendants of the prophet Mackey are not surprised or shocked when they see all kinds of strange and incompatible things many years later. Today, the rookie screenwriter, following the tradition of his ancestors, is still obsessed with making all kinds of unconventional things. He once wrote a script to get directly into other people's minds to experience other people's lives, but if he didn't control them deliberately, it would only last for fifteen minutes, and then he would return to his own life and fall into his own life again. in the loneliness of life.
Yet every screenwriter has their own way of dealing with their loneliness. There is another screenwriter who is still a descendant of the Prophet McKee. He can't write or adapt anything. Even if the original work is handed over to him, he can't do anything. He can only write the final script by constantly peeping at the original author.
There is also a screenwriter who is also a descendant of the Prophet McKee. He wrote a story about a couple breaking up that is usually indifferent as water. But if you go deep into it, the story becomes noisy and complicated, and countless fragments of memories from the past will be unexpected like dead souls. The land appears everywhere in the story, making it hard to guard against, and can only lament.
And Keaton's way of dealing with loneliness is a little different. He never resists loneliness, and he is always able to imagine and even actually get many kinds of strange diseases after the people around him leave. Slowly, The more loneliness, the more illnesses, and he also experienced the pain and pleasure that many people can't understand. This cycle goes on and on, and slowly, what he writes gradually becomes blurred.
During this period, he always insisted on trying to decipher the text that no one understood in the title page of each script, but it was always unsuccessful, and he could never read the ultimate fate and prophecy about the script revealed by that text. , until he became more and more ill, and was about to knock him down and take him to death, he found that with his research, as the countdown to his life gradually pointed to zero, This text actually gradually became clearer, and the less time left, the clearer the meaning of the text. It turned out that this text was sealed by the curse of the ancient god of time. To decipher this text, it does not depend on how many pages of drama are written or how many words are coded, but on sacrifice with the screenwriter's own life.
Until one day, Keaton finally entered the countdown to the last day of his life. He picked up the unfinished script again, and continued his writing and deciphering from early morning to midnight. In the early morning of the autumnal equinox, the clock that Keaton had written on the page of the play paper with only one line of text shook down, and it rang again, shaking the hands of the clock on the wall, turning rapidly towards midnight, but he ignored the long absence. The ringing bell, or the speeding dial, because the text in front of his eyes finally became clear, as if a parchment scroll full of prophecies that had been covered in dust for a long time appeared in front of him, which predicted the script from birth to death. Throughout the whole process, the first sentence of the text reads: "Man is likely to be born alone, and he will be alone when he dies." Keaton had a strange sense of horror. He continued to read back and read about every person in his life who was far and near, back and forth, galloping, and going back and forth. Some were wives, some were daughters, some were lovers. , Some are friends, some are lovers, some are passers-by, he didn't realize that the script he had written all his life was disappearing into the thin air page by page, every word he had written, like smoke marks dissipated in the air The general, replay-like decrease, the words became more and more blurred, the pages became more and more chaotic, he continued to read the text backwards, but looked and watched, and near the end, he stopped, and he found this This paragraph of text had already clearly predicted everything he was going through at this moment, and predicted that he was reading the last few lines of the text. He quickly skipped these lines, wondering what happened to the script later, but he didn't wait until the end. Dun had already understood that he would never see this script again, and would never finish it, because when the mysterious words that predicted this script were successfully deciphered by him, the script and Keaton would also be wiped from the world. Go, eradicate from everyone's memory, everything said in the script will never be repeated, because it is destined to bring together the script of a lonely city, and there will be no second chance to appear in the image of the world above.
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