The script

Dialogue transcripts

She spends slow afternoons rearranging the postcards under glass.

She spins toward you, arm raised.

She taps her heels against the wall, keeping an inaudible beat.

She will not look at you.

Sheared metal, barely hanging on.

Sheer and unclimable.

Sheltering from the elements, while keeping an eye on the boats.

Shelves stacked by a hoarder, then labelled by an obsessive.

Shimmering, diaphanous cloth catches your eye.

Shiny plastic tablecloth, scent of lemon disinfectant.

Short climb to the top.

Shrapnel everywhere.

Shrimp noodles.

Side by side seating to increase communal spirit.

Sign can't be older than 4-5 years.

Signals from across space, lost forever with no receiver.

Signed by Cheve Grijalva, a Quisach striker known for his femur-splintering fouls.

Silence. Nobody's home.

Silk pyjamas flutter like wings.

Sleeping. One day he shall remain in his position as the life inside of him departs.

Small animals skitter through the pipes overhead.

Small white and blue feathers, a few droppings. Birds made a home.

Small white flowers have opened up at the touch of a sunbeam, tight buds unfurling. Pale, fragile things.

Smashed. Dead.

Smell of damp cigarette butts: ash and mould.

SMOKED GLASS LENSES; NEVER SHOW THEM YOUR EYES.

So clean somehow...

Soap bottles in the rubbish pile. Someone is living here.

Soft coos echo through the pipes; pigeons are nesting inside.

Solid acoustics and a tunable chest piece... very expensive stethoscope.

Some kind of rule or interdiction, now effaced with black spray paint.

Some of these bricks are suspiciously loose...

Some say the Philosophical Spy is simply the Manus Fati's finger puppet. Others call it a walking massive depressive episode. But one thing…

Some serious protection gloves were left here.

Somebody had a fire here. A barbecue... or burning evidence...

Somebody tried to climb these.

Somebody tried to unblock the toilet with a riding whip.

Someone braved the stairs just to leave their tag here.

Someone draped the curtain here as a warning -- the escalator's collapsed.

Someone has posted a 'Missed Connections' inquiry up here.

Someone has slept in the grass here.

Someone has tried to clean the graffiti here.

Someone has vandalised someone else's vandalism.

Someone last used this calendar three months ago.

Someone must have dropped these. They'll hide your eyes.

Someone risked their neck to arrange cat blankets carefully on this platform.

Someone's been using this AC as a stash.

Someone's given it a beating.

Someone's left a book here.

Someone's left a book here.