act one:scene two

(i am not really sure what entails the changing of acts. ha.)

jacob is walking his normal route to class. it is early, somewhere around quarter till 9 in the morning. he walks over the bridge covering the river Saale. he looks at the water like he does so many time and it hits him, maybe not for the first time, but it strikes him new none the less.

the river is flowing, it is moving. it is always moving. the water is always cycling through the world. this water wasn't here last night, it probably won't be here again. still we think of it all as the same. it is just the water that is the river that is flowing from over there to over there. its beginning and its end are irrelevant, at least to this bridge they are. the river doesn't think about where it flows, it just flows. the drifting sticks and leaves, they don't think about where they're being taken; they just float on their lazy path until they meet that rock that happens to be sticking up just past the waters edge.

the beauty of the world captures jacob's eyes. he begins to wonder, at some points aloud, if it would be possible for him to make a quick trade with the leaf. maybe jacob could float the lazy river, and the leaf could learn a new language. maybe it could be easy. maybe it is easy.

jacob begins to wonder if he is the leaf all along. who's the rock? who's the bank? the seconds pass by. they weren't here last night, and won't be here again. they tick by, hand on a face, numbers on a watch. who is watching? who is seeing his life drifting the path of time and wishing they could trade just for a moment, if that would even mean something to them. maybe they could learn a new language, and jacob could go on to more important things.

scene.