Remember

This came to me driving in the car with a friend on the way home. Its going to be my first short film.
I'm recording it here, typing as the idea comes...so bear with me.

There are people who live in the real world, the world of concrete and science and fact. And then there are the people who live in the other places. There are Fringe People, there are Inbetween People, there are Hidden People. These people live too, among the Real People, going unoticed. As a whole, they are the Non-People. They are the imagination and the art and the sounds. The Fringe People live on the edge of things. They are the words that are at the tip of one's tongue that won't come out, they are living in the trees on the sides of the roads, they cling to the cliffs and feel the spray of the ocean. The Inbetween People are the ones in between the space of silence as two lovers sleep. They are the people that live in doorways, and the people that dwell in the cavities of one's teeth. The Hidden people are the ones that secretly laugh when the Real People rummage frantically through their closets and drawers. They live in the shadows and the light, invisible and in plain sight at the same time. These are the Non-People that live among us. These are people.