Thursday, March 19, 2020

An apartment. Willy sits alone at his potter’s wheel. Music plays in the background. (Note: either Classical music or trap music.) A steaming cup of coffee sits beside him. He is making another coffee mug. By this time we should see that the entire room is full of coffee mugs. Floor to ceiling. Small ones, large ones, medium-sized. Some shaped like animals, some shaped like champagne cups. Some with handles. Some without. 

WILLY: It must have been nice. 

The size of the coffee mug grows.

WILLY: Side by side. In a full room.

The size of the coffee mug grows. It’s more like a bowl now.

WILLY: Making things to fill…