fully functional zombie

Slow fade in, the beginning of a day. It flickers, like a faulty tube light. A light boy lethargically reaches across and tries to fix it. It still flickers reluctantly, more darkness than light. He nods off again, not budging till his sub conscious kicks in and he is forced to bring brightness into the day.
Awake.

High speed shots, contrary motion. Atmospheric strains of music unobtrusively emerge, undercurrents to the energy that isn’t there. On-site nourishment; unadvisable caffeine does not let up its stomach burning alertness finding it’s life span shockingly reduced.
Carrying on.

Out focus shot-taking and Gaussian blurs. Green-screen shots- unreal, non existent and eventually invisible backgrounds forming the backdrop. Shift focus, always, to a monitor. The thudding heartbeat sound in the soundtrack is actually in your head. Trudging through, but completing the shot.
Packing and wrapping things up.

Now that, I’d say, is something like what my days have been like.