James Reel--Audiobook narration
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Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Fit for Consumption. By Steve Berman. Audition script read by James Real We had survived so long in the abandoned buildings of Coleman's Scott because this was a forlorn desert made so with constant gales carrying fog and grit. A paradox of nature sheltered. Five of us will the world beyond the name YB went mad. Sand covered all things. The sand of the NUMMI retained the bite of gravel well, never abandoning its mercurial nature, it forced open every door. Every structure in stately Coleman's caught welcomed the desert. This had once been a mining town of German settlers, where the wind revealed and hid the shells of humanity. I have walked through a ballroom without chandeliers, a doomed ice factory and the remains of a hospital. I discovered the tracks I made the prior day gone, erased by the wind, which scratched plaster and color from walls erected more than 100 years ago when diamonds had been discovered. I read once that nowhere else on this earth is wind, this constant. It's still words from mouths and ears. It threatened blind. We had to cover any water, any meals or else the sand covered them like an inedible spice. I always had the taste of the desert in my mouth. The sensation, not so much unpleasant. One became inure to any flavor, however, first repellent after 1000 swallows, but the texture was an irritant. The grit wore down my teeth, my palate so that anything I chewed became bland. The desert weathered my face, my hands and any exposed skin. Wrists, neck lines were chaff till bloody became scarred over. Then debris did in a perpetual cycle of scarring. We all stank, changed clothing only when needed, and became familiar with the odors of the others. When down wind, I have not had a shower in nearly two years, and my body's topography is no longer the same. Hygiene mattered only if it jeopardized our meager food and drink stores.