I have spent this morning taking another pass at trying to write a script for the voiceover. I managed to come up with something, I recorded a version with my own voice but that isn’t going to work at all, it is not going into the film.

• possibly I’ll never show it to anybody,
• What is on screen is a thought taken shape,
• Internal made external made internal again,
• very broken loose,
• a circle.

• Working in the dark,
• how big is the jigsaw?
• some pieces fit,
• Is that an edge?
• No,
• just a bigger piece at a new scale,
• but still the pieces keep going together.

• We look out of our window and think,
• Its dark out there and we try to do the best in the rain,

• In a vast cosmos I don’t understand it is easy to feel small,
• insignificant,
• A pale blue dot,
• A smudge no bigger than a pixel,
• But someone made the camera that took that image,
• Made the Voyager that reach out into that vastness,
• a messenger,
• Possibly not so insignificant after all,
• Or just the fleeting moment of joy,
• Of finding a parking space.

In trying to write the voiceover it is clear how much more exposed, less confident, I feel with written word. They feel transparent, ideas bare.

I recorded another version, synthesised using text to speech, I really heard the flatness that had been commented during the last session of the year.