The second girl is talking on the phone at nighttime, the script in her hand that she got from the show. The girl on the other line is giving a lot of feedback which seems to be comforting to hear. Each of them are in their own bedrooms - but the new girl's room is a technologically revved up graphic edited from the girl from the coffee shop's room (shown left and right on a split screen).
This modern-looking techie girl starts chatting away online to a person who is shown to be a decent looking, young and fresh business employee wearing a suit. Sitting in his cubicle he types back, demonstrating a bond being made and felt. The man takes a spin in his office chair, and he bangs out like three e-mails that hit folks in all corners of the screen. Wearing pajamas, one of the e-mail recipients transformed from the office chair in a screen transition.
The cubicle sort of turns into the bed because in principle, they both represents how communication is being confined as our bodies are physically. The length, quality, and detail decline in quality as the communication channels are updated. The conversation is not supposed to be of good news, but more of a positive and thought-provoking subject everyone tries to share by passing it on.
This sedentary but comfortable woman makes a post on Facebook. Her daughter wiggles in for some time on the laptop and finding friends on facebook. She shouts "Friends! Friends!" and clicks "Like" and "Like" as the screen turns into her phone and she walks with it in front of her face. A few other girls walk with her, all in the same zombie rhythm, all with their phones in front of their face. The screens all start growing to the size of IPads. but they ultimately form into masks that envelop their whole bodies, covering them like metal casts and turning them into puppet robots. The screen backs up and the robots are revealed to be from a show on a television, which someone is watching. The woman talks back to the TV, sitting in the dark on a couch. She is old and crazy, lives alone, and doesn't move around much.
The TV talks back like in the IPhone commercials. Cut to down the hall and through a few doors and corners, a girl sits alone in white empty room. She is lying on the floor with a diary flipped open in front of her. Lined up, she has a choice of a crayon, a pen, a stick, and a knife.
Staring down at the blank page in front of her, she slowly, carefully but sloppily writes "Dear Diary, This is how I feel..." A person does a voiceover the young girl shown, consumed by writing.
There are better ways to share yourself and communicate your feelings than others. The majority of expressive communication is shared in hopes of a response. With the reward of approval missing, describing a situation or a feeling should be a positive exercise in recognizing your true thoughts and venting if in need.
The first girl, with the painting....
