Confession 31
June 4, 2015 at 10:54am
Can I deceive myself into thinking I can still write? Any words I put down are pallid in comparison with the singularity of my life...
I wrote a script about a father who left his son behind in America, and about the son's subsequent decades of hardship. The son receives rehabilitation and restores his name, just as the father returns to America. The father wants to take the son back, but he refuses. Among his many reasons for refusing, the grandest one, naturally, was because he did not know his father...
I destroyed that script... Not only was it erased, the logic behind the virtuous actions of the main character was destroyed. All that remained where tiny torn prices of writing paper.
I still want to make something of those scraps of paper... If I were to rewrite that script.. How would I write it now?
