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LAST HUMAN BEING Das ganze Video ist mit einem ruhigen Monolog unterlegt. Die Stimme gehört
dem Schottischen Künstler Ross Sinclair. Die Musik ist ein langes
Gitarrenthema von Richard. |
I was dreaming The TV set I had turned on to watch the news and the commercial breaks. And they assured me I was the only one left. And then I was asked to pay attention and follow the instructions, now that the world was all mine. At the same time there was a waltz coming from the radio while somebody was reading out loud the history of the universe. I listened with my eyes firmly shut.It was two in the morning and the sky was starlit and the air was cold from the approaching winter. The radio broadcast died away when the video tapes still delivering their messages to me. I think I couldn't avoid getting drunk that night, due to changing circumstances. And the consequences of the situation dawned on me like a blurry bulb of fear settling upon my head. The television program showed a retrospect about the major topics of the faded world. The desert with it's hiding beauty and the icy polar in the storm, rainforests crowded with colourful animals - places on which no one would ever set foot again. Sadness crawling up my spine turned into desperation. And I stopped watching the decay of the grand planet and the brilliant people of all ages. I must have swallowed another bottle of that liquor because the furniture seemed to move and rock. And there was noise on the corridor. I could no longer trust my eyes. My head on the pillow and flickering pictures on the roof, reflections of the TV screen. And a female voice, soft and soothing, in my ears, talking bout the coming day I was awaiting and the rest of all my years. Meaningless now that everybody had gone. And all the luxury and riches in my hands - what a shame - of no use - who was I to impress with that. The later the night the more I longed for good company and a conversation with somebody but me. Only a few hours had passed until I could no longer imagine how I was meant to live a life like that. Not a single step I had set out of my rooms. I didn't dare to face the pool of nothingness I had been tossed into. And then it felt like the whole world was staring at me - waiting for me to proof the pride of a down going mankind. What did they expect? I might just follow them where they had gone I said to myself. This was too much for anybody - to bring the whole story to an end. Such a burden - and I didn't understand why it had to be that way. I couldn't remember anything I was supposed to do or stop. So I finally turned down the TV set, switched off all the lights and closed my eyes. And I made the decision never to wake up again ...
Drehbuch: Richard Steiner |
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