Distant frights And distant voices....

photo & poem © Jesús Montero 

I have just finished writing the screenplay adaptation of my play THE FOUR SEASONS which is set during the Spanish civil war and 

just a few hours ago, I came across a poem I wrote quite a long time ago.

I find it fascinating how things we may have written quite a while back, seem to seep through the cracks of our subconscious and land our present.

Reading the poem this afternoon, I  can clearly see how it mirrors the oppressing world of my characters. 

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GROUND ZERO + 8

Distant frights

And distant voices

Distant whispers

Of a blurred past.

Sudden memories

All far too present.

Distant whispers

That cannot last.

Distant distance.

But distant

Not enough.

Horrid moments.

Caught.

Like frozen.

As if watched

Under a strobe light.

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Now, I had to share this picture with you.

I took this image as I was printing the rough first draft of the screenplay. 

I did it at random, on my iPhone, not knowing what script page I was capturing at all.

Then, when I looked at the shot, upside down, I discovered something quite extraordinary, spooky actually. 

The script page is mostly blurred, apart from one single line of dialogue, spoken by ROSE, the main character. 

The line reads: 

How hard was that?

Of all 114 script pages and, of all dialogue lines, it had to be 'that' one: 

HOW HARD WAS THAT?

We all know 'how hard' it is to write a screenplay and somehow, ROSE was reminding me of it....

wasn't she?