Tony Jones

INT. Detroit – Sunrise: Day 10

6:12am: I was awoken by the noise of sirens. The sound appeared to be coming from several blocks away. I’ve noticed that sirens are a regular facet of the soundscape. Due to the operation of the nearby hospital, I am not surprised by the presence of sirens. The sound actually sends me into a dreamlike state. With each instance, I realize that there is a new narrative at play. I begin to wonder what human circumstance is attached to the sound. What is the severity of this emergency and how will it affect members of the passenger’s immediate family?

7:58am: Breakfast was eaten. I ate an English muffin and baked beans. This may be the last time I get to eat bread. Slight discolorations are beginning to appear on most of my bread products. The cans from the beans are starting to pile up. I’m thinking of doing something sculptural with them.

8:34am: Randy didn’t make it back to the house last night. According to his account, there are four different sites where he maintains residence. Around this time, I heard a voice projecting from outside. On the front porch, a disheveled looking man was calling for Randy. He continued calling until I was able to respond. I stuck my head out of an upstairs window and the following conversation transpired:

Man: Randy? Randy? Come on Randy! You home?

Me: Randy’s not here.

Man: Who the fuck are you?

Me: I’m Tony.

Man: Who the fuck is Tony?

Me: I’m Tony. I’m an artist.

Man: What about Randy?

Me: Randy hasn’t been here for days. I don’t know where he is.

Man: Does Randy know you’re staying here?

Me: Of course. I’ve met Randy. He knows I’m here.

Man: Does Randy know why you’re staying here?

Me: Yes, he does.

Man: Why are you staying here?

Me: I’m performing.

Man: Performing?

Me: I’m performing…I’m making art.

Man: Randy doesn’t like performing. He don’t like art neither! (Silence) Alright, tell Randy that Webb came to see him.

9:44am: I sat out on the porch. During this time, I heard the passing of three separate sirens.