WELCOME TO THEIR WORLDS…
Earth is under new management…
after the DNA SmartBomb reduces all humans to piles of ash, each one remains as a sad little memorial, garnished with individual previous possessions, LIKE Porsche keys, Plastic pacifiers, LAMINATED BUS TICKETS…
Other life-forms remain intact as well as buildings and technology. Most of these carry on because of sustainable energy resources, especially solar power.
Our hero’s everyday life:
Little Scribble comes from a working class home where he loves to hide in a battered pot in the kitchen cupboard with his toy acorn (previously owned) and a wooden spoon he softly croons into. He remembers his mother and her sister chatting over their tea at the kitchen table, but with the years that memory fades. What doesn’t fade is his friendship with the household pet, Monty the monkeymoth.
Worlds apart: Enter here.
The Old Zoo actually exists as a location, near Rhodes Memorial, on the Eastern slopes of Table Mountain, Cape Town.
2nd Home: The Old Zoo
His mother drops her tail-defective son at the Old Zoo according to the quarantine laws governing mutants, also to protect him against his scary dad. He learns music, arts and crafts with the other little ones, as well as math and science. No history – ‘nothing to be gained by it’. Some years later, during TimeforCraft, Scribble seizes the opportunity to fashion a wheelchair to hide that embarrassing butt.
The mutants have crammed the zookeepers’ bleak offices with cushions, picnic baskets, blankets and musical instruments from the last performance long ago. After dusk, the rusty lion cages and the mutants’ loud songs keep the big cats out.
New Home: The Mall
At the Mall the sun floods through an immense glass roof and warms the dead plants in the florist and the plastic trees. In this sterile temple to human dreams, the only signs of life come from our heroes and the supermarket mice. Strands of diamonds sparkle on the trees since Scribble began missing rain on spiderwebs. In the glossy stores, the piles of dust that were once humans, glitter amongst their poignant belongings.
The story plays out among out-of-scale surroundings. Three children are frozen in silent laughter in a photographer’s hologram. Plastic wreaths have found their way to the feet of two haughty shop mannequins, courtesy of Scribble’s grief and short attention span.
In this story, the characters as living individuals are more important than inanimate objects. In the Mall, they live amongst more things than they’ll ever need. But with their various limitations and because they want to stay alive, they need each other as allies against the tyrannical Sheena.
Scenes from The Mall:
Glasses and Cogs
Shop Mannequins
Jewellery Store
WELCOME TO THEIR WORLDS…
Earth is under new management…
after the DNA SmartBomb reduces all humans to piles of ash, each one remains as a sad little memorial, garnished with individual previous possessions, LIKE Porsche keys, Plastic pacifiers, LAMINATED BUS TICKETS…
Other life-forms remain intact as well as buildings and technology. Most of these carry on because of sustainable energy resources, especially solar power.
Our hero’s everyday life:
Little Scribble comes from a working class home where he loves to hide in a battered pot in the kitchen cupboard with his toy acorn (previously owned) and a wooden spoon he softly croons into. He remembers his mother and her sister chatting over their tea at the kitchen table, but with the years that memory fades. What doesn’t fade is his friendship with the household pet, Monty the monkeymoth.
Worlds apart. Enter here.
2nd Home: The Old Zoo
His mother drops her tail-defective son at the Old Zoo according to the quarantine laws governing mutants, also to protect him against his scary dad. He learns music, arts and crafts with the other little ones, as well as math and science. No history – ‘nothing to be gained by it’. During TimeforCraft, Scribble seizes the opportunity to fashion a wheelchair to hide that embarrassing butt.
The mutants have crammed the zookeepers’ bleak offices with cushions, picnic baskets, blankets and musical instruments from the last performance long ago. After dusk, the rusty lion cages and the mutants’ loud songs keep the big cats out.
FINAL HOME: THE MALL
At the Mall the sun floods through an immense glass roof and warms the dead plants in the florist and the plastic trees. In this sterile temple to human dreams, the only signs of life come from our heroes and the supermarket mice. Strands of diamonds sparkle on the trees since Scribble began missing rain on spiderwebs. In the glossy stores, the piles of dust that were once humans, glitter amongst their poignant belongings.
The story plays out among out-of-scale surroundings. Three children are frozen in silent laughter in a photographer’s hologram. Plastic wreaths have found their way to the feet of two haughty shop mannequins, courtesy of Scribble’s grief and short attention span.
In this story, the characters as living individuals are more important than inanimate objects. In the Mall, they live amongst more things than they’ll ever need. But with their various limitations and powers and because they want to stay alive, they need each other as allies against the tyrannical Sheena.
SCENES FROM THE MALL:
Glasses and Cogs
Shop Mannequins