Pertaining to the idea that there is a brain cell for everything, some of them we just don’t know yet: a man with a zillion empty boxes, trying to fill them. Trying to decide what goes where and whether or not he needs to fill them all. What happens when he runs out of boxes. What is he putting in the boxes? Is it important, meaningful things, or trivial nonsense that he’s just trying to fill boxes? Is it more important for him to have the empty, potential boxes or is it more important to find things, anything, to fill the boxes with?
The image of a clock with exposed gears, but that’s in the poster and everything…
one of these gears is not the right size
it sticks out funny and doesn’t mesh right
i tried to wind the watch, but the screws wont turn
i threw it on the table and stormed out of the room
a friend walked in behind me, and picked it off the floor
and questioned me for asking this music box the time
transforming memories, how they change and morph with time and influence/suggestion
JD’s idea of blindness: instead of just one person, what if it was an entire community suffering from one of these blindnesses, how would that change the dynamic. Or if there was only one person who wasn’t blind in that sense.
Pertaining to the idea that one major purpose of the brain is movement, sea squirts digest their brain when they don’t have to move anymore, related to the common occurrence of some form of wanderlust in writers and artists in general. Is the brain for movement, or does movement keep the brain alive?
A riff off of Rebecca’s idea, a series of scenes that all start differently and then all end with the same moment, action or image and how the different scenes give different context for that same moment.