WE MADE IT

Ext. Sunset. Sweeping panorama shot of a major metropolitan city. The setting summer sun sends spikes of hazy copper light between buildings. As the camera moves slowly, but not too slowly, across houses, storefronts, apartment buildings, etc., the inhabitants of said buildings come into view, either stepping out their doors or opening and leaning out of windows. It rapidly becomes clear that every doorway and window and porch is populated, and everyone is looking at the sunset. Nobody speaks to, or even looks at, anyone else.

Zoom in on an assortment of people, one by one. Each of them wears an expression of extreme despair, their visages those of potential suicides moments before they follow through. Some people are crying, noiselessly and with almost no movement.

Close-up on the hands of one person after another. Everyone is holding something that can facilitate suicide: an open bottle of pills, a razor blade, a ligature, a handgun, a glass of poison.

Pan to the skyline again, hold for a while.

Cut to series. Blood dripping onto pavement. Pills striking the ground and bouncing or rolling in all directions. Shell casings caroming off of door frames. A noose made from a power cord, taut against a balcony railing. A razor blade falling to the planks of a wooden deck. Empty glasses shattering against brick walls.

Pan back to the sunset. Hold for a while, again, and fade to black.

End.

Music: Jesu, "Your Path To Divinity" and/or "Walk on Water"