Lungs by Duncan McMillan

A monologue from Duncan McMillan's play, Lungs.

I’m readying myself
Yes, I’m excited about growing bigger and getting scans and yes giving birth as well of course but its going to be painful and uncomfortable and my feelings, my thoughts are going to be all over the place
And I’ve got anxiety about that. Of course I do
I’ll stretch and expand became a house, my breasts will swell, ache, hurt like hell then get drained and lose their shape forever
My, you know, my
I mean
That’s bound to change with what it has to go through
Have you ever seen a real birth? It’s not like TV. Its blood and shit and mess and I’ll be torn and bruised like I’ve gone under a truck
This must be how a caterpillar feels as it cocoons itself
And a few weeks ago you said about planting trees. Do you know? I do. How many tress would have to plant to counteract the...
I did some maths. How many plane trips? London to New York
2550
I could fly to New York and back, every day for 7 years and still not leave a carbon footprint as big as if I have a child
10,000 tonnes of CO2. That’s the weight of the Eiffel Tower. I’d be giving birth to the Eiffel Tower
And if we had a second it doesn’t just double because the chances of them reproducing and how many they might have and how many their children’s children might have, that goes up exponentially
There is no incentive to save lives right now, to cure AIDS or whatever, to keep people alive, what we need is the planet to purge us, fucking drown us, burn us, cull everyone by about 2/3
Fuck recycling or electric cars, fuck energy efficient light bulbs, unless thoughtful people like us stop making babies the world is totally fucking fucked

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