Stream Of Consciousness

So, I’m sitting in my car at lunch. It’s 7:00 AM. Do the math to figure out what time I had to go to work to take my lunch at 7:00 AM. It was 2:00 AM. I say AM like that makes it morning, it isn’t and you can’t convince me otherwise. 2:00 AM is the middle of the night and 7:00 AM is too early to take a lunch break. But I digress.

I’m sitting in my car eating my non-lunch and I’m staring at a couple of trees in the grass. Naturally I start thinking the trees look like gathered up hair of some ancient creature, like some giant woodland troll or something. And naturally they are buried in the ground up to their hairline, in some millennial long hibernation and what is slow to us is fast to them who gauge time in centuries while we think an hour of waiting around is just about the worst thing ever.

And naturally, if they were to wake, they would be green, with green, leafy clothes. They would have big bulbous noses, and deep set eyes, green, shaggy hair. They would be slow witted, or at least it would seem so to us. Oh, and barefoot of course. I thought maybe this would be a good idea for some kind of short story, but then I thought not. I was just too tired to pursue it. Lunch at 7 AM probably had as much to do with it as anything. It probably would make an excellent story.

So, being too tired to frame out a story, I thought I would listen to a podcast. Pulled up Ashes to Ashes. It’s a podcast about all the different ways the world could end, each episode a different scenario. The first one is about the polar ice caps melting.

And that’s how I started thinking about the movie WATER WORLD.