Walking down a dimly lit alley, a man can be seen. Illuminated at the face by the red glow of his cigarette. The rings below his eye from a lack of sleep are his defining feature. His hands sway back and forth as he slowly makes his way up towards a main street. An almost finished gatorade bottle extends from his right hand, the blue liquid splashing and making a distinct sound in the silence of the night. He brushes past me and makes his way towards a bin nearby but overshoots it, I expect him to throw his bottle and now smoked through cigarette in it, but instead he walks past and then turns around, throws the bottle from a slight distance towards the bin and misses, the bottle clangs on the metal edge of the  bin and topples onto the ground. He flicks his cigarette towards the wall, pieces of glowing ash fluttered in the air for a few seconds before it all turns black as it hits the wet sidewalk and meshes in with the already clumped pile of other cigarette butts and other rubbish. He doesn’t bat an eye and continues on his nightly journey.

Filmic Potential:

• Littering as a fundamental downfall of society, an exploration of a future world warning the present of the long term effects of the carelessness of our actions now. Cutting back and forth between someone living in the present going about their daily life with a future version of that person who is struggling to live day by day in a hostile desolate world polluted beyond compare.
• A narrative driven fictional piece that blends facts and analogies of today’s society and environment. The piece acts a fictional education in order to elicit a response in the audience.