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A Surreal Production

Fade into a group of three people standing around a small unknown object on the ground. There’s no background music, but the sound of crickets chirping far away can be faintly heard. They speak in whispers.

BOY #1: What we tried was … I suppose, what I’m saying is that we are always doomed.

GIRL #1: No, it’s alive. Every breath could be heard. Even now.

BOY #2: And time will pass and we will forever be trapped in this moment.

BOY #1: There’s going to be at least another million dollars.

BOY #2: What about the oranges and fireflies?

GIRL #1: The President wouldn’t. He has more than enough issues on his mind. And the love. And everything else.

BOY #1: I .. am .. really .. sorry. I really am. I’m sorry about all the things I did and all the things I didn’t.

BOY #1: I’m truly sorry for how everything turned out.

The other two don’t say anything. Tears appear on the eyes of the three but they don’t look at each other. Instead, they stare beyond their human circle into the wilderness that looks stunningly beautiful at this time of day, as the sun sets.

BOY #1 starts walking. The camera pans from his eyes to his shoes as they trudge across the fallen dead leaves. As the sun disappears beneath the horizon, the camera zooms out. We see the silhouette of BOY #1 falling to the ground on his knees. Soft, beaty and at its core, optimistic (juxtaposed with the emotions of everything that happened earlier) music starts to play, getting louder as the camera zooms out even further leaving the viewer with a view of nature and a hard-to-distinguish human at the center of it all.

Fade to black.

An old lady walks to a desk in a hospital and asks something that is inaudible, the receptionist replies “We don’t do that kind of thing here”.

An African teenager talks to a police officer wearing a blue uniform in an exaggerated manner, “Look! This is just chocolate!”. The scene is set in Terminal 2 of Changi Airport.

Three young men walk across a crowded open space in Raffles City in the heart of Singapore flanked by skyscrapers in every direction, one of them says “They’ll throw you in jail for that shit”.

Fade to black.

NARRATOR: This fall, one man,

A boy waves goodbye to his family.

A plane leaves the runaway and heads into the thicket of clouds.

Fade to black.

NARRATOR: On the journey of his life,

The camera flies over the Great Wall of China.

A huge portrait of Mao is seen hanging at the entrance to the Forbidden City in Tienanmen Square.

A Boeing 747 soars across a blue sky above an envelope of blue clouds.

An aerial shot of the Statue of Liberty and New York.

The Main Quad of Stanford basking in the plentiful sunlight with a cloudless blue sky in the background.

Fade to black.

NARRATOR: In an attempt to change the world

A dark, awkward Indian 18-year-old walking solitarily across Escondido Mall as the sun sets with the red-domed Hoover Tower in the background.

Shots of the White House followed by pictures of the Capitol – the West Face and the Capitol Rotunda.

A starving old man in Africa lies on a simple white bed. He removes the intrevenous drips that are pierced into his hand, stands, walks to the edge of his room and steps out onto the grass. His bare, thin black feet are seen against the greenness of the grass.

As the music grows louder and the beat faster, a quick succession of shots of the Golden Gate Bridge and various parts of Stanford and San Francisco.

Hundreds of men in suits walking across Wall Street.

NARRATOR: To find love

A blonde-haired boy kisses another blonde-haired boy in a sea of lip-locked couples.

A girl cries as she walks alone over a large field of long grass.

Two hands together in front of a fountain.

A boy and girl lay in a field of sunflowers oblivious and yet conscious, as a strong breeze brushes over them.

NARRATOR: And to discover the meaning of life

Serene shots of dew on blades of grass.

Someone’s lips as they blow onto a dandelion which flows apart melding into the gentle air.

Two lips locked in a intense kiss, the faces are not visible.

A sun rises over green hills.

NARRATOR: As the world explodes around him

In rapid succession, shots change. The music reaches its intense apex.

A black volcano spews massive amounts of orange lava.

A girl leaves crying from a classroom.

A boy walks calmly to the edge and falls over the mountain. He drops silently as if he were already dead.

A tycoon strikes the shores, houses are ripped apart and blown into the wind.

A nuclear bomb explodes, an intense fiery mushroom that renders the world strangely silent for a moment.

The music fades out as the screen turns slowly to black.

Silence follows.

Another shot of what appears to be the same boy in the first scene but this time we can only see his silhouette. The clouds pass by over him to reflect the passing of time, the sun sets, the lake is still, the boy sits there, on his knees.

Utter blackness.

And without a thud,

ONCE UPON A TIME IN STANFORD

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