random ramblings of an unconscious mind
It is no wonder that New York City has been the featured as an ever-present character in many films, books and plays. The city itself is an amalgam of different cultures, aesthetics and life-styles. Anyone who has ever lived there, even for a short time or even been a tourist, has amazing stories to share. Well this is where New York Writes Itself in association with The Village Voice, interlude, calling for intriguing, funny or bizarre stories that can be incorporated into a play, which will be produced off-Broadway this fall, entitled “8 Million Protagonists”.
The project takes its title from the fact that 8 million people are residing in NYC, each being a protagonist in their own life story. The theatrical script is nearing its completion, featuring stories like homeless drunks, midnight muggings, train delays, bedbugs, aggressive interns, gossiping nannies, lovesick grads, drycleaners, cab drivers, bicycle stories etc. However it requires a few more stories, that will be selected in the next 2 months.
So if anyone has a story about NYC they want to share, all they have to do is write it down and submit it here.
One of my favorite entries is a quote by an Irish-American taxi driver stating whilst stuck in traffic: “Construction – it never ends. It’s going to be a hell-of a city once they are done building it”. This statement, resembles something you might have heard once in a movie, but it is quintessentially characteristic of NYC. Indeed construction never ends in the city, there are scaffolds at every turn, there is constant traffic and it interacts with you. The city is a living organism, and as such, construction will never end, there will never be a time when all will be complete, since it will require new subway lines, new buildings, repairs and people will come and go.
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I'M STARING AT THE ASPHALT WONDERING WHAT'S BURIED UNDERNEATH