visual
notes on a screenplay: over the next year a screenplay will be hashed out here
through a series of notes and images.
she
wore a long dress and a bow in her hair she felt confined by the large walls
and the constant smiles. at least she didn't have to go to el salvador like
her sister. she hated humidity, she was born in utah and thought she would never
leave. but she was feeling confined by these granite Walls, quarried by her
ancestors she liked the desert and had a fiancé. a guilt came over her she caught
her smile reflected in the temple glass doors.
salt lake city, utah
he
parked In the gravel lot across the street from the fina he walked through a
dust cloud that still lingered from his wheels turning a moment earlier. he
walked quickly hoping to escape the heat and the truck coming down the offramp.
he hated stopping but he hadnt eaten breakfast and it was nearly noon.this was
the first stop he had seen in 40 minutes and feared that it would be that long
before another. the gas station and restaurant/convenient store sat low and
long, surrounded by dirt and two dozen semis. the walls were cement block and
aluminum framed glass tinted silver. he watched his reflection in the windows
it gave him the sensation of being looking at by a man in sunglasses, not knowing
where the eyes were, not knowing where to look or If you were being scrutenized.
he never wore sunglasses not even in the glare of a desert Sunset. He had to
see the colors as they actually were.
saltillo, texas
