Narrator: The next thing you know you're looking back instead of forward. And now, at the climax of all those years of worry, sleepless nights, and denials, Bill finally finds himself staring his death in the face, surrounded by people he no longer recognizes and feels no closer attachment to than the thousands of relatives who'd come before. And as the Sun continues to set, he finally comes to realize the dumb irony in how he had been waiting for this moment his entire life, this stupid awkward moment of death that had invaded and distracted so many days with stress and wasted time.
Movie: It's Such a Beautiful Day
Narrator: He will spend hundreds of years travelling the world; learning all there is to know. He will learn every language, he will read every book, he will know every land. he will spend thousands of years, creating stunning works of art. He will learn to meditate to control all pain. As wars will be fought, and great loves found, and lost, and found, lost, and found, and found, and found and memories built upon memories, until life runs on an endless loop. He will father hundreds of thousands of children whose own exponential offspring he will slowly lose track of, though the years. Whose millions of beautiful lives, will all, eventually, be swept again from the Earth. And still, Bill will continue. He will learn more about life, than any being in history, but death will forever be a stranger to him. People will come and go, until names lose all meaning, until people lose all meaning and vanish entirely from the world, and still Bill will live on. he will befriend the next inhabitants of the Earth; beings of light, who revere him as a god. And bill will outlive them all, for millions and millions of years, exploring, learning, living. Until the Earth is swallowed beneath his feet. Until the sun is long since gone. Until time loses all meaning, and the moment comes that he only knows the positions of the stars, and see's them whether his eyes are closed or open. Until he forgets his name, and the place he'd once come from. He lives, and he lives, until all of the lights, go out.
Movie: It's Such a Beautiful Day
Narrator: He woke up the following morning and thought his room looked different. His mouth was bleeding; four of his teeth had fallen out in the night. They looked sorta like dog teeth. Everyone in the supermarket looked like some sort of demon, and they all had gigantic bacteria ridden crotches buried in all the god damned produce.
Movie: It's Such a Beautiful Day
On the way to the bus stop,
Bill saw somebody he recognized
walking towards him, but he
couldn't remember his name.
He began to think of things
to say when they'd be
close enough
to acknowledge each other.
As they drew nearer,
their eyes locked,
uncertain if the other
was gonna stop to talk.
The person greeted Bill
as Bill mixed up the phrases
"What's up" with
"How's it going?"
Confused, the person
blurted out "Thanks"
before he knew
what he was saying.
Words caught in Bill's throat
and he replied, "Weh."
They did a sort of
awkward half turn,
and then continued on
now confident
that the other was not gonna
stop to talk.
They never saw each other again,
and a day later had each
forgotten the whole thing.
Later that night, Bill sat down
and put on a big sweater,
but it only made him sleepy.
In the supermarket,
Bill was always very careful
to select fruit from only
the back of the produce piles,
as the fruit in the front
was at crotch level
to the other customers.
An old man who smelled of
gasoline held up an onion
and said, "Big onion,"
to no one in particular.
He smiled at Bill
and Bill looked at his socks.
At the checkout counter,
Bill found himself
behind a big guy
whose T-shirt read,
"Second Place
is the First Loser."
The checkout girl said,
"How are you doing today?"
Bill said, "Fine, thanks,
how are you?"
She didn't answer.
Bill felt used.
As he waited for his next bus,
Bill stared at
a torn shopping bag
that was blowing in the wind
on the end of a broken pole
and anxiously sucked blood
out of a sore
in the corner of his mouth.
(men singing opera)
Bill dropped his keys
on the counter
and stood there
staring at them,
suddenly thinking about
all the times
he'd thrown his keys there
before
and how many days of his life
were wasted
repeating the same tasks
and rituals in his apartment
over and over again.
But then he wondered if,
realistically,
this was his life,
and the unusual part was his
time spent doing other things.
(scrubbing)
Bill sat down and read
a celebrity interview.
Then he watched the ants
crawl around in his sink.
(fluttering noise)
That night, Bill dreamt
of a monstrous fish head
that fed upon his skull.
(eerie exhale)
(low guttural sound)
In the morning,
Bill felt really tired
even though
he'd just been sleeping.
His calendar had a photo of
a manatee on it for the month.
It always seemed as though
the manatee was staring at him.
Bill sat in the living room
with a giant box of crackers.
He thought some food
might help him get going,
but felt kind of strange eating
in front of the television
without having it on.
Pretty soon he was watching
a boxing match
on a Mexican channel.
He'd been watching
a lot of boxing lately,
but didn't really know why.
In the fourth round, there was
an accidental head butt
that split open one of the
fighter's heads pretty badly.
They showed it over and over
again in slow motion.
Before he knew it,
Bill had eaten
the entire box of crackers.
He felt really lousy
and didn't want to get up.
He had a sudden urge
to talk to somebody,
so Bill phoned
his ex-girlfriend
and told her about the manatee
on his calendar.
"Did you ever see the movie
about the giant manatee
that attacked a city?"
she asked.
"I think you mean giant mantis,"
said Bill.
"Oh yeah," she said.
"Giant mantis."
(groaning)
The next morning,
Bill felt even worse.
Downtown, the hot smell
of manure
blew past him as he walked.
Bill soon came upon
three dead horses in the road,
apparently struck down