future kids

Originally I was just doodling a random shape. Was content enough to to leave it as a jelly bean, however as I looked I saw something more and began to add. From there I made what you will see/read

"But this is invaluable..."

"We can't add this to the curriculum, Charles... just think of what the parents would say?  We'd be finished."

"So I should what, sit on it until I die?"

"Send it to VAULT, they'll know what to do"

"They'll burn it, Adam"

"Send it away from here, then"

"You know its because of people like you that we--"

"That we what, Charles?  That we live 50 years longer?  That we never have to hear our children cry? That we're closer to perfect than we've ever been before?"

"You just don't understand... I have a lesson to plan and the kids count on me to educate them"

"Then you better get working, because I see nothing here worthy of our children's ears". 

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Writing "10" at the end of the date notation in the upper-right hand corner of this paper makes me feel as if I'm already living a distant past.  As if I'm living a life that school children 150 years from now can only imagine experiencing.  The fact that I am writing this instead of typing it; the pen in my hand; how incredibly ancient I feel at 25 in 2010.  What will those school children have that I do not?  What do I have that those school children will not?  They will be browner than me.  They will be less black than me, less white than me, more brown.  They will have been vaccinated by society from pain and sorrow.  Shielded from tears.  They will live amongst less Christians, less Jews, less Muslims, less Hindus; more understanding & realization, a combination that will breed these children of curiosity & subsequent wisdom; the very same school children that yearn to sit next to me as I scribble this very text with no worry as to what 'eyes' may be analyzing it; as I yearn to sit with them in their rooms of learning to witness the likely destruction & defamation of history as it's molded and unraveled in front of their eyes in a series of deceptive one's and convincing zero's. 

The present is always past, 

-AT

Author's Note

FYI: brosef.com is a doodle blog where Aidan Tonbridge draws first, then writes whatever comes to mind after seeing what he's drawn. There is no consistent format to what he posts (could be a screenplay, dialogue, a story, etc.)

I welcome all feedback. Check out brosef.com for other posts!

Reviews

[Shiloh Black]

First of all, the idea behind this is great. Drawing and writing about it seems like a fascinating exercise in terms of generating spontaneous content. Also, you seem to have quite the knack with dialogue. It's hard for me to offer much critique due to the looseness of your format and content. If you were to continue to work with this piece, however I would suggest making it more "solid", if you can grasp where I'm going with that. Maybe bridge the gap between the dialogue and the essay by inculcating the themes from the latter into the discussion raised in the former. They seem a bit disconnect at the moment, mostly as a result of the format in which the exercise is carried out. Also, though I love the dialogue-heavy focus of the first part, it would easier to read if it were more broken up. Maybe even writing it in stageplay format would suffice.