We open on…
EXT. New York Streets, Evening
Our main character walks down a gum-stained sidewalk. We focus on the line of apartment buildings running along the road. They all look exactly the same. Our main character’s life has been a long trail of patterns, habits, and events, all so similar that they run together into one indistinguishable path, rendering memory, itself, a blank canvas.
He stops at a bagel shop. He orders the “everything bagel,” even though it means nothing.Share This: