chapter 1

He sat out on the edge overlooking the blue sky made red hot by the mammoth structures of red stone standing in front, almost forming a useless gate. It was almost funny that someone sitting on the gate opposite might have seen much the same thing, except for a slightly different sun. The weather was typical, the hot sun providing in a way that was both comforting and irritating at times, with the cold wind mindlesseley fooling around as if drunk. He hadn't shaved for a few days, and wore khaki trousers with a simple faded blue shirt.

There was a certain calm in his eyes; it might have been the joy of looking at the beauty in front. It was almost funny, how something so raw, crude and unstructured was so pretty, but nothing compared to what he could make of it. The eyes were also weather beaten, but only a few days, and most of all resting, feasting slowly, recuperating amidst nature, amidst finding one alone in nature. They were also searching and dreaming, the skin under his eyes always twitched when his musings affected him.

This was a nice soft secluded spot, and the ride back to the city would take less than a couple of hours. He could imagine walking down the road slowly mingling in with the crowd, them staring at something slightly peculiar, him as good as naked. In fact at times more than regret the loss of finding few who understood, he enjoyed the mirth at those who didn't. With this thought he seemed to find the determination to get up.

It was difficult to get up from the comfortable lounging position and he had to shrug off a few twigs before aimlessly shooting a few pebbles off into the distance. He then turned around, hands in pockets, slightly slouched. "Cut", shouted the director and the crew closed in. The subtitles now rolled showing "asd, starring as Howard Roark in The FountainHead"