Writing about fried chicken made me think about death and my own mortality today. Nice and cheerful, right? Don’t think it’s a bad thing though.
At the moment, the short is about food addiction: instant vs delayed gratification (presentable logline pending).
I fleshed out more of the dialogue, the narrative beats of the film, and the philosophical conflict (video explaining this concept below).
Right now, the central philosophical conflict between the characters is instant gratification vs delayed gratification, and I was writing the pros and cons for each viewpoint.
Although I think that delayed gratification is mostly better, there is the chance you could die before you reap your rewards.
I heard this idea in a Homeboy Sandman bar from Lice, and is what inspired me to write this short:
“If I knew for a fact tomorrow I would die
I’d eat burgers and fries and pepperoni pies
I still might die tomorrow but don’t know
But wanna be lean, so eatin’ apples like a mofo
Yo, then I’m doin’ it again
The problem ain’t the dyin’, it’s just the not knowin’ when”
During the writing of my character’s beliefs, I suddenly became hyper aware of my own mortality, that each breath could be my last.
I don’t think contemplating death is a bad thing, it makes you realise how little time we actually have to live. It sounds super fucking trite, but I really feel grateful to be alive.
Which begs the question: instant or delayed gratification? Who knows, a balance between the two probably. I’m trying to figure out the answer in writing this short.
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