I have skipped a few weeks with posts recently, but rest assured it is not because I have failed with being a vegan or my writing commitments, rather I have been working on a few screenplays and stories.
The current one I’m working on is kind of like Clerks meets Coffee and Cigarettes. It’s a series of conversations with bartenders and those who inhabit them. Below is an excerpt from a recent scene I wrote where the man at the bar is talking about recently watching The Wind in the Willows.
Setting: Mid Day at The Robin Hood Pub (an “old man pub” that was recently built and where I used to work), bartender and drinker are only ones in the pub, no music. Bartender polishing glasses and the man at the bar sits with paper open and half drunk bottle of Budweiser with his dog wandering around bar area).
Drinker: Sometimes when I actually do feel at peace with the day it’s kind of like I’m Moley.
You know, Mole from Wind in the Willows. I think that he is the most beautifully, moving character in the story. In a lot of stories actually
Granted that it is a children’s book, but there is a lot behind the dialog in some of his scenes.
Essentially all of the characters are like semi-retired members of Parliament that just bumble along by this pond, but they are interesting as archetypes.
When Mole ventures out into the real-world outside of his little hole, he starts hanging out with Ratty, who basically likes to do everything and nothing at the same time; kind of like a bee, you know? Or a humming-bird. Wings going a thousand miles an hour but just hovering in place.
He enjoys “messing around in boats” and eating a lot of food by the edge of the pond and going for walks, but they don’t really ‘do anything.’
But all the while Mole shakes his head in disbelief and proclaims that “it’s all just too much.”
Later on it happens again and he longs for his quiet hole again, away from the outside world. But despite this urge to do so he always finds himself with the other creatures of this world.
(Bartender half listening and nodding, going about polishing glasses and the bar. At some point walks around to pet the dog and give it a bowl of water)
Basically what I’m getting at is I feel like Moley… Am Moley
He feels overwhelmed by all the beauty of the world, even in its simplest forms, but can quite express his appreciation for it, or the fact that he feels like he has missed so much of this in his life before.
He starts the whole story overwhlemed by how much needs doing in his house, but really none of it matters. He likes to do those things though, but the first time he ventures out with Ratty, it’s like the Allegory of the Cave and this sort of enlightenment causes him anxiety.
(Back behind the bar the bartender opens another beer for the drinker and the drinker hands in him some money. He turns to the register and then back after putting the money in)
Bartender: You got all of that from a children’s book?
Kind of. It’s a lot like what Soren Kierkegaard writes about or some existentialist philosopher, or Plato.
When we awake to something… some knowledge we can never go back to the state of not knowing. No matter how much we claim to move on from things we always know that this moment of change is forever and always.
I relate a lot to Moley. I kind of envy him.