The actor stood on the silent stage. "Can't you please continue the script?"
"What else should I write?"
"Anything! Please! I beg you! I want them (the audience) back."
"I really don't know what else to write about you. I've written the story of you boarding an airspace on business class, from Earth to the moon. And they (the audience) called you a lunatic. I continued the story which said you stopped by on Pluto and returned to the Sun within five hours. And they (the audience) called me a moron. I don't know what else to write. How can I write about something I don't know?"
"Why bother? A play needs drama, you know that."
"But drama cannot be too good a drama either."
The actor fell to his knees, and wailed,
"Please… make me somebody."
April 11th 2014
when he said he flew from Vladivostok to Najin
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