{Video} ❖ Rita Mordio ❖ 002
[The feed turns on inside of one of the apartments. The lighting is dim at best, but across the walls, floor, bed, are papers strewn up and down. From what can be made out, their covered in largely ineligible scientific jargon. Graphs, diagrams, and incredibly complex formula in messy, smeared black ink. Rita is hunched over at the desk at, scribbling down even more information than is already covering the majority of the room. Under her eyes are dark, heavy bags, her clothes and hair are especially messy with her goggles hanging limp around her neck. The subtle twitches in her face and hands tell a rather obvious story that maybe not all is well with the young mage.]
It's weird but...I can feel it. All of the energy and compounds and how they move, combine, interact, split apart. Everything flows in and out...I understand everything. It all just makes so much sense...The universe...Every probable outcome, the numbers, all of it. Each thought is it's own euphoric discovery, I have access to countless answers.
[The pen drops from her grasp and she presses her palms to her face.] It's too much...I can't write it all down, not in a million years...Too many thoughts, not enough time to think. Not enough, and I can't get more...I know that. I know incredible, innumerable catastrophes that await. I think it's driving me mad, but I don't--[Cutting herself off, she sinks into her seat and groans.]
You don't understand, you could never understand how complete I feel right now...[A manic grin flashes for an instant, and then vanishes.] It's hard to think, because everything, all of it I have all of it in my head and I can't--I can't keep--I can't handle this, but I don't want it to stop. [Her fingers curl around her auburn hair and grip onto it and a despairing sigh spills from between her lips.] I love it...
I can't just give all this up, I need to preserve whatever I can.
...I want to stay like this,
But it's impossible.
Scientific fact.
It's weird but...I can feel it. All of the energy and compounds and how they move, combine, interact, split apart. Everything flows in and out...I understand everything. It all just makes so much sense...The universe...Every probable outcome, the numbers, all of it. Each thought is it's own euphoric discovery, I have access to countless answers.
[The pen drops from her grasp and she presses her palms to her face.] It's too much...I can't write it all down, not in a million years...Too many thoughts, not enough time to think. Not enough, and I can't get more...I know that. I know incredible, innumerable catastrophes that await. I think it's driving me mad, but I don't--[Cutting herself off, she sinks into her seat and groans.]
You don't understand, you could never understand how complete I feel right now...[A manic grin flashes for an instant, and then vanishes.] It's hard to think, because everything, all of it I have all of it in my head and I can't--I can't keep--I can't handle this, but I don't want it to stop. [Her fingers curl around her auburn hair and grip onto it and a despairing sigh spills from between her lips.] I love it...
I can't just give all this up, I need to preserve whatever I can.
...I want to stay like this,
But it's impossible.
Scientific fact.