Dean
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posted by Dustin at 1:15 p.m.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
This blog is a record of the production of "The Time Project", from initial brainstorming, to writing, and finally to the production in Mid-March 2006, under the name "Heterotopia". The aim of the project is to produce a collaboratively-written theatrical piece with the themes of education, social progress, and Time.
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Dean makes assertions that he works "here". Clearly he is insane?
- Maybe he is stuck in a menial routine, and this plane he has moved onto is him "phasing out"
- He is like a machine "I work here" (according to "the planet")
- He's a burger flipper. Puts shit into burger shapes and flips them.
- Proletariat in the old communist sense.
- Work has made people soulless.
- He is the blackened gum that people step all over on city sidewalks.
- A "Yes Man"
- Can't make decisions, no capacity to look up.
The more I think about it, he and Buddy seem somewhat similiar.
- Thinks Mechanically
- Part of him has reached the plane because his humanity is still alive somewhere. While his entire mind and life are occupied with his strict behaviour for his job, his humanity is essentially lost and wanders.
- Was never accepted as one who should be creative.
- Has a split mind (similiarity to Amnesiac). His mechanical mind overpowers him.
- His behaviour is cyclic, with no practical end. He does something because he does it, not for an end reason, or a light of happiness.
- No one around him respects him. First they shun his attempts to be creative and expressive, then he goes into another extreme of being the perfect shell.
The critical moment of shutdown for Dean was when he tried to put some extra effort into a piece of art.
...Six years later...
Stuck in a minimum wage job. A burger flipper artist.
"The ketchup is actually easier to squirt with my left hand because it isn't as far to reach."
D - Dean
T - Tyrant
S - Seeker
D: Hi Dad.
T: Hi Dean, Son.
D: Are you listening to me?
T: Are you hearing what I'm saying?
D: Didn't you tell me to try really hard, to be the best? You made it sound important.
T: It is important. Your head is in the clouds. Get back! You've got a family! You've got a career! You've got a job and a boss! You are your best right now, and you don't have room for more.
D: I'm shit.
T: You're shit.
D: I'm compressed shit. I'm what people walk on all day. I'm what covers sidewalks. I am the sidewalk. Who knows where those shoes have been?
T: Tick tick tick tock?
D: What follows the tick? Another tock?
S: Don't you ever wonder what is beyond the tock?
D: Fick Fuck.
S: You're boring, you know that? You're broken. You've run out of oil.
D: Fuck you, I'm fine!
S: No you aren't. You're going to die, and there's nothing you can do about it.
T: Bang!
S: Just like that, you're lost.
T: And all those people with open mouths, waiting for you.
D: I am going to die.
T: Beep! Beep! Beep! There is a fire in the building, proceed to the nearest exit.
D: I'm not going to die.
S: You've been shut down Dean, you can't die because you're already dead.
T: Oh no, you're alive. Alive and well. They're dead. They're all dead. You let them. Damn you Dean! Show some respect! Weep! Tear a bit! Your mother and brothers are dead you reckless bastard! How do expect to make up for that? You've got to live four times the life! And what are you? Shit.
D: I'm shit. Dead shit.
S: Delicious. Wake up Dean. What happened to you? We spent our days eating ice cream and watching cars go by until thier lights were the brightest thing. Your infamous robot dance is now you 24/7.
D: I just want to be...reliable.
T: You're a failure.
S: Ditto, to be different. Come with me to happyland again. The big pie in the sky. Mmmmm burgers.
D: I just want to be...solid. Sure. I imagine a place where I wouldn't have to be...I guess that that would be heaven, or whatever. But if I'm dead shouldn't I already be there?
S and T: Snap out of it!
S: Consider the Lily
D: I will, but first. First and Second... blahh.
S: Well it won't matter any more then, will it.
D: I'm lost. and dead. lost. dead. shit. I'm breaking out.
T: No you aren't. I need you. I need you Dean!
D: You don't need me. I'm already gone.
S: I don't see you moving.
D: I am
S: Move!
D: Move! [Laughs] Fuck off you, I have time to enjoy. Roses to call Frederick and bring back to my family. I'll name a rose after each one...Marylin, then one for Peter, Beck and Frederick.
T: Fine! Go! But how long will it last? You'll end up hollow! You'll fall apart like a paper tiger. I swear. How long do you think you'll last?
D: Long enough.
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