Act Four:
Final Scene: Night. Bedroom. Bed by a window. Tsunami. The great wave. The hourglass. Outside
my window. A■a A■a A■a. When I’m alone? The cat in the box. Superposition in perpetuity.
A reality in collapse. One turn, two turns, three turns! nothing and something resembling nothing.
In function. In seeing eyes and in the instance of a smelling nose. Somewhere in concrete and mud.
Or in the hollow or the curve of the giant coin spinning spinning spinning...they know that I’m not
really here and that I’ve never been
“...you can’t just—”
“…wait, no, I wasn’t—”
“...sorry could you—”
“...Me? No, I’m sorry. It’s just—”
“...For years now, do you understand?”
“…I wasn’t even talking to—”
“...of course it’s the problem—”
“... yeah but you say that and then—”
“...So? What does that have to—?”
“...in any case why didn’t you–”
“…wait, no, don’t go up –”
“...jesus why do you have to–”
“...exactly, are you really surprised?”
“... i forgot sorry it’s not–”
“…hold on, wait i don’t like –”
“…uh sorry I, what were we—”
“…no, I’m saying, not this—”
“...how long? Wow i didn’t–”
“...yeah but that’s nothing new—”
