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Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Brick Walls

This is what I have written for my piece. Let me know what you think...

Brick walls are very strong structures. They are solid structures that can last longer than your lifetime. But what do we use them for? Often they are little more than a sound barrier. Sometimes they are used to block what is ugly. This particular wall we are going to build today is going in between the beloved commercial outlet mall and the Presbyterian Church. Which side is the ugly side? Why do we want to hide the two sides from each other? Well, I just make the walls. What do I know? So… we’re gonna need a hole so we can lay the concrete base. Here goes nothing.

Digging a hole very violently.

Take that Earth! Now we need to mix and pour the concrete.

Pour and smooth out concrete very calmly.

Now of course we lay the bricks…

Laying bricks.

Isn’t it funny how we make this divide between the church and the mall? It’s like the old place of worship meets the new place of worship, the beloved mall! This wall is going to stay here only for a limited time. Despite its endurance and being a great achievement of man, we value it very little. There will however be a short time in its history where this wall will mean something more. One day some high school kids will adopt this space as an extension their living room. A place they will go to. Always late at night when it is quiet. That way it feels more like their space. Perhaps they will think they are bigger than the wall, that they can outlast it. Perhaps they will see it as a final meeting place, a place they go late at night, have some insightful banter and then take off to their respective homes. Perhaps they go there to kill time, waiting for something to happen, with so much angst for their uncertain futures that they’re just going to sit and wait for their time to come. They will not realize any significance at the time. Eventually they will get cars and make new hang-outs. They will move on. But the wall never leaves them. They’ll find this wall and the waiting and the angst is still inside them. Their lives will have been shaped by the time they spent at that wall.

Well…(looks at watch) it seems that time has come and gone. And I’ve been informed that this wall has to come down. We have a strip mall to build here people!

Tears down the wall violently with a sledge hammer.

3 Comments:

Blogger calvin said...

i like it dude! its funny how it really didnt mean anything to us at the time, but we are now really starting to try to make sense of it.

9:08 AM  
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2:30 PM  
Blogger SH said...

I do much like this Tristan. I am not really the expert in the monologue field, but it touched all of us involved.

Thanks.

2:32 PM  

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