Here I am, locked in my own isolation, standing on this pedestal of loneliness.No one's around, man. No, it's just me and you.That's the way I always feel.See, man, since you've been gone, my body keeps shaking, and I don't know why.Can you explain this to me?Can you explain why my head keeps spinning so fast I can't comprehend what's going on around me?Does this mean I'm insane?Am I going crazy, man?I'm not sure, but most of the time, I don't even care.And why should I?Why should I even try if it won't go away?There's no use anymore.I just feel like giving up.There's something there that keeps holding me back.You see, man, I want to come to the other side to meet you, but I'm scared.I'm scared of what I might find, what I might feel.So can I ask you a question, man?Are you lonely too?Well, can you tell me where this corrupt and unruly habitation of man leads to?Ever after salvation, resurrection of the soul,or just a six-foot plot of soil to call your own for all of eternity?Is it really worth all the hassle of everyday life,or the burden of going on to better myself?Who knows, man?Maybe a father who had to bury his own son before his time,or a mother who has to carry the burden of life,or the burden of the loss of one of her own.And that just leaves me with one question for you, man.They tell me misery loves company,but if that's true, then why am I still alone?All the questions are there, but will the answers ever be found?Do we dare inquire to the higher powers of immortality,or should we leave it to the mortals of this parade?You see, the old man has seen a century of hardshipsand a lifetime of smiles.Is he the one who holds the key?Or is it the innocence of a young spiritwho's had less of an influence from the *-up experience we call life?Is there anyone in control?Who's next?That's a good question.Who is next?Is it me?Is it you?Is it somebody we know?Is it the man walking down the streetwho has to borrow a dollar just to get something to eat?Can you tell me, man?Who's in control of this crazy *?Who says my number's up?When's my time gonna come?When am I gonna be able to come over there and be with you, man?Why'd you leave me like this?I just don't know what to do without you, man.You're supposed to be here by my side.But you're not.And I just don't know what to do, man.Nothing seems to be making sense.Nothing.Everything's just crazy.I feel like I lost him.My heart and my soul,it's there.Why can't I feel it?Where did it go, man?Why do I feel like I'm dead inside?I don't know.I wish there was some wayI could figure it outor some way to tell me the answers.But I did it here one thing, one time.A very wise man wants to knowthat it takes 25 minutes for a man to die.I don't know.I don't know.I don't know.Don't know.I don't know.Really?You're lucky.Oh, God.Why would you do that?Why would you do that?Why would you do that?Why would you do that?Why would you do that?Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.© transcript Emily Beynon© transcript Emily Beynon