trees are people too

Last night, at 2am as I lay awake in bed, I rewrote my script for the machinima. It was beautiful, (as things tend to be at 2am in the morning). Of course, upon awakening I couldn’t remember it, but this is my reworking from what I recall. I am trying to create a more poetic feel, a bit more evocative and moving, as I have such a short space of time to say it in.

“the city was noisy for such a lonely place.
thousands of people clustered together, strangers living just metres from each other. Once, someone abandoned their bike in my street where it sat for months, rusting sadly, until it was collected by the garbage men.