Igor Mischiyev

Silver Surfer   the split

In this episode two characters, the silver surfer and the architecture, stand in front of each other. The Silver Surfer encounters architecture, portrayed here as a living organism; their conversation builds up to an apocalyptic climax.

Silver Surfer	Do I dwell in a sea of self-pity? Life and strength still flow in my veins and the power cosmic still is mine!
narrator	On his silver board he soared in the sky, which the sun will soon fill with light, alone and lonely is he the Silver Surfer.
Silver Surfer	I am the center that does not exist, only in the geometry of the abyss.
narrator	He is the arrow of dreams nature. Realizing himself in flight and neutralizing himself by falling to the ground.
Silver Surfer	They are alive but they can´t notice me. It seems like they are asleep.
narrator	The architecture is a planned textual monument, a scientific building of the spiritual and the physical, formed by different components that turn into specific forms. These materials are like certain individual findings. By putting these findings into archives, arranging and then combining them in many ways, they are given a scientific form.
narrator	While the Silver Surfer enjoyed this as an attempt to communicate, he continued his flight among their materialized thoughts, which to him resembled the stars through which he loved to ride.
Silver Surfer	No form, no image, no architecture, only concentric layers of pure insanity.
Silver Surfer	For in truth any man can make a difference.
narrator	But, contrary to expectations they couldn´t reduce the Silver Surfer to his basic components.
narrator	The Silver Surfer felt the loneliness of the open space surrounded by the continuity of the architectural approach.
narrator	If man could build places just out of wantonness, why didn´t he build a stone railing leading through the place.
Silver Surfer	Once again I´m attacked without a cause by those who inhabit this planet of madness.
Silver Surfer	The world has been plagued for too long by those to whom power is an end into itself.
Silver Surfer	I can endure no more. I can suffer the hostile forces of the universe, the deadly barbs of foes attack, even the gnawing anguish of eternal loneliness without end. But I can not bear the torurous jibberish of arcitectural thinking.
Silver Surfer	Now I must use my power cosmic as it has never used before. Let my power be gathered and harnessed and hurled.
Silver Surfer	It seems they can´t understand me. I have to align my speech with theirs and send them carefully structured signals.
narrator	The spirit consists of drifting away, holding on to something is against its nature the everlasting clissendo of ideas. It is only and original passion to digress.