DAYS I HAVEN’T MET CHARLIE BROOKER

Stagnation and Creativity

Inner Dialogues

- My Limit -

Day 102

15. INT. DAY. MY HEAD

ME 2

You should have finished that spec. You know that, right?

ME 1

I was sick, dude.

ME 2

And because of it, we had to postpone everything again, for another week.

ME 1

Look, I feel guilty enough as it is. It’s not like I’m actually trying to sabotage us through germs.

ME 2

No, but you did enjoy your “recess” didn’t you?

ME 1

I’m aware I said things would be different about 10 million times and they remained the same, but we have a good thing going with that idea. If we don’t, FUCK, at least it will feel great to remember why we’re doing this.

ME 2

ME 1

What?

ME 2

I was feeling like shit too, early in the week. I get it. It sucks when things aren’t in motion.

ME 1

I guess it’s different than when we had to wait, you know. Like it wasn’t on us or something.

ME 2

And this one is?

ME 1

Well, it’s not on an editor, a friend or whatever. It’s on inevitability, probably…

ME 2

This page suffers from it and it’s also becoming quite the decent thermometer to measure your life.

ME 1

ME 2

It feels like we’re talking about the same thing over a month. Your words are as repetitive as your themes here. ‘Days’ became a fun less obligation and you can’t admit it. Feels like you’re truly not trying anything anymore, but you have to keep convincing you otherwise. Feels like you’re completely lost but scare to admit it, because you don’t know what else to do.

ME 1

I don’t.

ME 2

ME 1

Day 102, Charlie.

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