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(pensive orchestration)
I contemplate my life.

(distant music; eerie, tentative)
It is dark in here.
What is this place?

(music intensifies)
I am born, wailing like
I know what I’m in for.

(Baby Elephant Walk)
10 pounds, 11 ounces.
(baby crying)
Colic for three months.

(playful orchestration)
I learn to talk, walk.
Nothing goes really wrong,
for a long time.

(faintly ominous music)
Puberty.
(ominous music builds)

I fall secretly in love.
(symbols crash)
With another girl,
who likes boys.

(dissonant notes)

Repeat for seven years.

(whispering)

(silence)

I grow up anyway.
(epic music, building)
Become the hero

of my own life.
(rousing fanfare)
Career success.

(passionate melody, lushly romantic)

I fall openly in love,
with women who love me.
(indistinct quarreling)
But always, it ends.

(soft, melancholy orchestration)
My heart hurts,
for a long time.

I become ordinary,
grow older,
(unintelligible medical jargon)
watch friends die,

(brooding music)
also my parents.

Much goes wrong,
for a long time.

(inaudible)

I rally for my last acts.
(inspiring orchestration)
Persevere. Prevail.

(dramatic music builds)
Achieve occasional happiness,
a certain anchoring wisdom.

(pensive orchestration)
Grow weary.

(music softening)
Lie down.

(eerie tones; tentative)
It is dark in here.
What is this place?

(music fades)

(silence)

Meditatio Ephemera