It's Such a Beautiful Day Page #6

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until the day comes

that they fade completely.

He's at a house now.

When he was little, he would run

through a house just like this

with a flashlight

pointed at the ceiling,

pretending he was an astronaut

soaring over the moon.

A familiar person's here.

He's not sure how he found him,

maybe he's been followed,

but they're talking now

and Bill is given an address,

an address his mother never

wanted him to have, he says.

But it's important

Bill have it now,

an address where he can find

his father, Bill's real father,

a man who was gone

before he was born,

a man he'd only met once

but was too young to know it.

And he's driving again now,

for several hours,

he's not sure,

and with every mile,

he loses a few more memories.

And he finds another motel,

and that night he eats

a lot of ice cream

and doesn't remember

his dreams at all...

doesn't remember

his dreams at all...

...remember his dreams

at all, his dreams at all.

He's in a nursing home.

Is he old?

Is he old?

A room full of windows.

A room full

of windows.

And he gives a name on a paper

that's not in his handwriting

to the front counter,

and a frail old man

is being wheeled to see him now,

a man who's been here

for over ten years

but rarely had a visitor.

Neither of these two people

remember why they're there

or who exactly

this other person is,

but they sit and they watch

a game show together.

And when it's time

for Bill to leave,

he stands and says something

beautiful to him.

And neither of them understand

what he means exactly,

but the old man

begins to cry anyway,

and they will never

see each other again.

He's driving a car,

and every time he realizes

he's driving a car,

he figures he should

just keep driving the car,

and sometimes he sings

and sometimes he cries,

and the left side of his body

is beginning

to grow slack and numb,

and all he wants to do

is just keep driving,

somehow to keep on driving.

He has no more directions

to follow,

but he fills the car

with gas again and again

and keeps going

into the night.

He wants to keep going.

He wants to go forever.

(wind howling)

(birds chirping)

It's such a beautiful day.

Wait a minute,

he's not gonna die here?

But he doesn't die here.

No, no, no, Bill, get up.

Get up, Bill. Bill, get up.

He can't die here.

He's not gonna die.

He can't ever die.

Bill?

Bill?

He will spend hundreds of years

traveling the world,

learning all there is

to know.

He will learn every language.

He will read every book.

He will know every land.

(soft pop)

He will spend thousand of years

creating stunning works of art.

He will learn to meditate

to control all pain.

As wars will be fought

and great loves found...

...and lost...

and found.

Lost...

and found.

And found.

And found.

And memories built

upon memories

until life runs

on an endless loop.

He will father hundreds

of thousands of children

whose own exponential offspring

he'll slowly lose track of

through the years,

whose millions

of beautiful lives

will all eventually

be swept again from the earth.

And still, Bill will continue.

He will learn more

about life

than any being in history,

but death will forever

be a stranger to him.

People will come and go

until names lose all meaning,

until people lose all meaning

and vanish entirely

from the world.

And still, Bill will live on.

He will befriend the next

inhabitants of the earth,

beings of light

who revere him as a god.

And Bill will outlive them

all...

...for millions

and millions of years...

...exploring,

learning, living,

until the earth is swallowed

beneath his feet.

Until the sun is

long since gone.

Until time loses all meaning

and the moment comes

that he knows only

the positions of the stars

and sees them whether his eyes

are closed or open.

Until he forgets his name

and the place where

he'd once come from.

He lives and he lives

until all of the lights

go out.

(quiet nature sounds)

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