Selfish (Theme: Power)
*speaking her actions outloud*
She walked through the metal door. No… that's wrong, she is, me-and you can't walk through doors. You open them and walk around them and close them.
*the door shuts suddenly behind her*
*she laughs*
The door doesn't exist though, it did, but now it doesn't. She walks through the soft grass below and arrives at a tree. No… she is me, I forgot again. They say I always forget. So instead, she doesn't climb the tree, I do. And then I sit on a low branch.
*looks up*
I want to climb higher but the branches won't let me reach them, though my arms stretch the proper length. I see a butterfly, fly to the branches I can't escape to.
Hello again butterfly. I spoke to the stranger outside again. We spoke of how fortunate we all are with our food and water and shelter, and gold. We have everything we could ever want or need, but we also keep getting more. I don't think we're fortunate for these things, I think we're just lucky...
I lied to you butterfly. I don’t think we're lucky, nope, I think we're selfish.
Butterfly? Do you think i'm selfish?
*listens to nothing*
I spoke to the stranger about how we're selfish with everything we have but don't give to others. To others less fortunate than she. No, not she… I.
They always say I forget *smiles*
The stranger got mad and left me trapped behind my window. I don't think they're coming back dear butterfly.
I shouldn't have called them selfish, but I don't think I was wrong. They are like me and i'm selfish as well.
I don’t know where, but I read, maybe? Or happened to hear or understand that somewhere there are people who have nothing, who are hurt and damaged. Who aren't fortunate and selfish like us.
*panicks*
Not you dear butterfly! You are free and not selfish, you are confused, and unknowing to the simple minded problems of humans that we create and never solve.
That's what makes us selfish, we create problems for others and never those we have hurt.
She sees the air shimmer like glass for a second. No! I, not she.
*the ‘branch breaks’” and she lands in a pile of wood planks and books*
I think my eyes have lied to me again.
*looks up*
The tree is gone and the ground is cold and silver. Maybe i'm not selfish, Maybe i'm hurt, or damaged, and lost.
I walk to the mirror up ahead.
*she stares at the mirror, not knowing of those who watch from the other side*
Your selfish, not me. Im hurt and damaged and lost and you watch me and live your selfish lives but don't help me. I want to be selfish too, just like you, but you keep me…
She walks to the door and tries the doorknob.
I... No she, but me? Spoken as I, tried the doorknob as it is still locked behind me. The selfish ones keep me prisoner because I suspect that they are wrong.
Me, yes! I am me, but not she, who doesn't forget. Me! Who understands the way that is right, and those selfish should have no power. Knowledge is power not what you own, as they say the pen is the greatest sword of them all. As I, yes me, not she, who didn’t forget, could change our ways so we are all equal so that to be selfish is wrong, not rich.
I can fix what has been broken.
*She is hit is the head and passes out onto the floor*
*hours later she awakens*
She walks down the halls of this building and listens to the laughter and cries of confusion that ring through the walls and through the doors. The doors that aren't possible to go through, but next to and around. To live our hopeful lives surrounded by the selfish ones outside the walls.
*speaking her actions outloud*
She walked through the metal door. No… that's wrong, she is, me-and you can't walk through doors. You open them and walk around them and close them.
*the door shuts suddenly behind her*
*she laughs*
The door doesn't exist though, it did, but now it doesn't. She walks through the soft grass below and arrives at a tree. No… she is me, I forgot again. They say I always forget. So instead, she doesn't climb the tree, I do. And then I sit on a low branch.
*looks up*
I want to climb higher but the branches won't let me reach them, though my arms stretch the proper length. I see a butterfly, fly to the branches I can't escape to.
Hello again butterfly. I spoke to the stranger outside again. We spoke of how fortunate we all are with our food and water and shelter, and gold. We have everything we could ever want or need, but we also keep getting more. I don't think we're fortunate for these things, I think we're just lucky...
I lied to you butterfly. I don’t think we're lucky, nope, I think we're selfish.
Butterfly? Do you think i'm selfish?
*listens to nothing*
I spoke to the stranger about how we're selfish with everything we have but don't give to others. To others less fortunate than she. No, not she… I.
They always say I forget *smiles*
The stranger got mad and left me trapped behind my window. I don't think they're coming back dear butterfly.
I shouldn't have called them selfish, but I don't think I was wrong. They are like me and i'm selfish as well.
I don’t know where, but I read, maybe? Or happened to hear or understand that somewhere there are people who have nothing, who are hurt and damaged. Who aren't fortunate and selfish like us.
*panicks*
Not you dear butterfly! You are free and not selfish, you are confused, and unknowing to the simple minded problems of humans that we create and never solve.
That's what makes us selfish, we create problems for others and never those we have hurt.
She sees the air shimmer like glass for a second. No! I, not she.
*the ‘branch breaks’” and she lands in a pile of wood planks and books*
I think my eyes have lied to me again.
*looks up*
The tree is gone and the ground is cold and silver. Maybe i'm not selfish, Maybe i'm hurt, or damaged, and lost.
I walk to the mirror up ahead.
*she stares at the mirror, not knowing of those who watch from the other side*
Your selfish, not me. Im hurt and damaged and lost and you watch me and live your selfish lives but don't help me. I want to be selfish too, just like you, but you keep me…
She walks to the door and tries the doorknob.
I... No she, but me? Spoken as I, tried the doorknob as it is still locked behind me. The selfish ones keep me prisoner because I suspect that they are wrong.
Me, yes! I am me, but not she, who doesn't forget. Me! Who understands the way that is right, and those selfish should have no power. Knowledge is power not what you own, as they say the pen is the greatest sword of them all. As I, yes me, not she, who didn’t forget, could change our ways so we are all equal so that to be selfish is wrong, not rich.
I can fix what has been broken.
*She is hit is the head and passes out onto the floor*
*hours later she awakens*
She walks down the halls of this building and listens to the laughter and cries of confusion that ring through the walls and through the doors. The doors that aren't possible to go through, but next to and around. To live our hopeful lives surrounded by the selfish ones outside the walls.
Reflection
1.)What do you know about monologues after finishing this project?
I know that they are basically long paragraphs that someone says out loud to one or more people/ things that makes or proves a point they believe is true.
2.) What theme from Macbeth did you choose to you use in your monologue?
I chose to use the theme power, which in the story Macbeth, is represented by how the power in their world keeps changing, usually for the worse rather than for the better.
4.) How productive were you during the production component of this project? Explain.
I worked for most of the time every day, so like 90% of the time I was being productive. During this time though, I got a lot done.
5.) Do you think you were on task for the vast majority of this project? Explain.
Yes, I worked for most of the time, basically all of the time, unless I was finished, or didn’t have all the supplies I needed to work that day.
I know that they are basically long paragraphs that someone says out loud to one or more people/ things that makes or proves a point they believe is true.
2.) What theme from Macbeth did you choose to you use in your monologue?
I chose to use the theme power, which in the story Macbeth, is represented by how the power in their world keeps changing, usually for the worse rather than for the better.
4.) How productive were you during the production component of this project? Explain.
I worked for most of the time every day, so like 90% of the time I was being productive. During this time though, I got a lot done.
5.) Do you think you were on task for the vast majority of this project? Explain.
Yes, I worked for most of the time, basically all of the time, unless I was finished, or didn’t have all the supplies I needed to work that day.