EXT. LIBRARY
When she takes her hands off of her eyes, she looks like a raccoon. A tired raccoon. She sits on the steps in front of the building and pulls her cigarettes and lighter from her backpack. As she lights up-
OAK (O.S.)
Bum a smoke?
Vivi looks up at him. She's not surprised he's there. She hands him a cigarette, and he lights it himself.
VIVI
I thought you quit.
OAK
So did I.
They both take a drag.
OAK
Should I ask?
VIVI
No.
(BEAT)
VIVI
Have you ever written a resume before?
OAK
Of course.
VIVI
(quietly)
Of course.
VIVI
(CONT., normal volume)
Was it hard?
OAK
Not really. You just add experience as you gain experience.
VIVI
What kind of experience, though?
OAK
Work experience?
VIVI
But like, what about other experiences? What if you're, like, in your backyard one day, and a UFO shows up? And the aliens abduct you? And they probe you in the butt? And take your organs out and put 'em back in, and then put you back on earth, and never come back? I think that should count as an experience.
OAK
They want the kind of experience you learned something from.
VIVI
I'd learn something from getting abducted by aliens.
OAK
Oh yeah? Like what?
VIVI
Like, don't stand out in the backyard without your tinfoil hat on, otherwise you're just asking for it.
He laughs dryly.
OAK
Did the aliens put the organs back in the way they were, or in different places?
VIVI
All scrambled up. Just to see what would happen. Like, "How fucked up can a human be and still survive?"
OAK
How fucked up do you think a human can be?
VIVI
I dunno. They're making some pretty fucked up people these days. Old guy in the library was jacking it to scat porn while I was in there.
OAK
Seriously?
VIVI
Nah, I don't know what he was looking at. Probably scat porn, though. He seemed like the type.
OAK
Yeah, probably.
VIVI
I feel like such a jackass.
OAK
You are sometimes.
VIVI
So are you.
OAK
Yeah.
VIVI
And maybe I want to be able to sit on a couch, at home, and not feel like that's cheating, and not feel like I have to earn my meals, and maybe I want to eat a meal and not throw it back up after, and maybe I want to be able to use a computer at home because I can instead of going to some dirty old library with some dirty old man there staring at me while I sit there and type out my shitty resume that I've never had to write before and no one ever offered to show me how. And maybe I want to have a home to do all these things in, instead of a doorway, just some place I'm passing through to get to somewhere else, I'm so sick of being temporary, it makes me feel like I don't exist. People act like they don't see me. Sometimes I wonder if they really can't see me at all. Because I spend all this time only being half-there and half-important to people, now I'm only half-visible. I'm a ghost. I want to be able to do things without being questioned. Nobody ever just trusts me to do anything, and nobody should trust me, because I don't know what I'm doing ever, but nobody wants to help me, nobody trusts me and nobody helps me either, so I have nothing left to do, if I do something I'm a fuckup but if I do nothing I'm lazy, I'm a child but I'm an adult, I'm a girl and a woman, I don't understand it. I really don't.
She balls up her hands into fists and presses them into her eyes.
VIVI (CONT'D)
I just want to feel like a person. I want to feel like a human being. I haven't felt like a person since I was a child. Isn't that awful? Children are barely people. They don't know anything about personhood. But I haven't felt like a person since then. I don't know what to do with myself. I feel like a paper doll. I'm so flimsy. I could fall apart. I am falling apart. It's already happened.