Act. Pro Scene. Logue

**Most likely a prologue to something that hasn't been written yet. And may never be**

Nothing

Or something.

It speaks…

In the beginning there was nothing. And from that nothing something came. We do not know what this something was… but we can safely assume that it, indeed, was something. For shortly after there was that something that came from the nothing came us. Humans. Which some people consider ‘nothing’.

From the nothing of humans came a world of pleasure. Art. Books. Television. Diapers. Cocaine. Alcohol. Dildos. Felatio. Cunnilingus.

And from these great pleasures came great pain. Heartbreak. Loss. Disease. Rash. Crabs. Pre-mature ejaculation.

We are merely nothing more than the nothing that existed before the something.

But out of this nothing.

We breed hope.

Love.

We create for ourselves a history.

We suffer our whole lives fitting the me into the we.

We long for each other.

We cry when lovers leave.

We cry when parents pass.

But sometimes I fear I think too much.

I’ve fallen in love only once. And I whispered into my lover’s ear, ‘I want to film you… and I have never filmed anything before.’

I wish the heart were a voluntary muscle… so I could stop it.