Today’s story has surpassed the written word!
I am pleased to announce that my newest short film, ‘Vague Recollections of Being Previously Human’ has just wrapped post-production and is heading out to film festivals throughout next year. While this film is making its festival rounds, it won’t be available to watch, but be on the lookout on both my Vimeo and YouTube accounts for the full film later next year once it’s available publically.
The film is my oddest yet. The set was an open field on a ninety-degree day, the crew was only three people, and the cast were all cows. I wouldn’t have it any other way and I couldn’t have done any of it without the film’s Director of Photography, Jazleana Jones.
Until it releases next year, enjoy a teaser trailer for the piece below, and as a bonus for being subscribed here, read through the short story that inspired the film.
And now, onto the story that started it all…
A COW GRAZING IN A FIELD BY A HIGHWAY SUFFERING FROM VAGUE RECOLLECTIONS OF BEING PREVIOUSLY HUMAN
Another car passes and I find it odd that I know what a car is. I find a lot of things odd. For example, it is odd to me that so many other cows do not find anything odd at all. There sure is a lot of general complacency going around the field on a daily basis. I don’t quite like it, though I’m not sure why and I certainly could never bring myself to mention it to the others. I think it would bring them down. Come to think of it, they’re not much for talking at all. I don’t know if I’ve ever even said a word before. Suppose I’ve never had much of anything to say. But I feel the need to say something, or at least the desire to have the need to say something. I want to yell something, too. Just like I used on the playground slide. It’s ideas like that which confuse me. I think of them often. I know I miss them but I do not know what they mean. The bright yellow ball in the sky (I’m sure that’s the right color but I feel like there’s a better word for it) sometimes gets in my eyes and hurts. Sometimes I look at it for a long time anyway. Another car passes. I can’t tell if it’s going fast or not. The farmer feeds us at the same time every day and I like that. Some other cows look at the big yellow ball sometimes too and I think that maybe they find it odd as well. Just like me. But they couldn’t say even if they wanted to. I also think of the word ‘stuck’ a lot but I don’t know what that means either.