INTRO
You appear in another dimension, a dreamscape made purely
of thought, observation and overhearing. In the distance you see a placard up ahead. Your current coordinates, The Eventide Sector.
MONOLOUGE 1
Picture a large room, which is the current residence of art both
static and recorded nature. Created by the mindset and intelligence of future
craftsmen. In the centre of this room there is a television, but instead of
playing the next reality show, advertisement or news bulletin, it is playing a
message. The message being that of context, inquiring if you’re truly taking in
the images on the walls. And that on the screens. To truly appreciate the world
of Imagination and the world of perception. Before you can bring yourself to answer
you realise that you didn’t have to picture the scene, because you’re there. The
art is real, what you are experiencing is a realisation. You may be wandering
now what this is. And you may find out that you are now part of the gallery,
you are now an exhibit, of the Eventide Sector.
MONOLOUGE 2
George Thompson, a most ordinary man, trying to live his
life as best as he can considering the world around him. Spending most of his days spewing out a mess
of English lexicon and writing up jokes. Today, On July 30th, 2019.
Mr Thompson’s comedic jargon will come together for one last time, as he will
create something which will spark a revolution, in one particular country, in
one particular state, in one particular desert and in one particular Government
installation. Be scared for George
Thompson and be scared for the human race. as his antics has led us running,
into the Eventide Sector.
MONOLOGUE 3
Submitted for your approval, or at least your attention, feature
a world full of ideas, ideas which are repeated and remixed throughout time.
For the term originality is stretched like a rubber band. And everyone has an opportunity
to make something without risk of getting sent to the nearest holding cell.
Enter Ms Amelia Anne, a passionate graduate who out of pure luck is about to
make something unique, and she willingly agree to submit her endeavour into the
known without knowing the consequences. She will find out that it’s High Noon,
in The Eventide Sector.
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