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  • I would love to spend all my time writing to you;
    I'd love to share with you all that goes through my
    mind, all that weighs on my heart, all that gives air
    to my soul; phantoms of art, dreams that would be
    so beautiful if they could come true.

    Luigi Pirandello



    1. I find this play vaguely disquieting, but I cannot tell you exactly why. Why am I hearing voices in the alley just outside of the theater as though there is a crowd gathering?

    2. As often happens these days, it seems there is a discrepancy between what was advertised and what is actually presented. Is this a comedy? A tragedy? A farce, in which we are the fools?

    3. We the audience, were asked to dress in white. They seated us on folding chairs here onstage. The actors are out there in the auditorium dressed in street clothes. They are pointing at us. Perhaps the play has begun. There is no sure way of knowing. There is a strange blurring of boundaries.

    4. We are puzzled, so we sit quite still, saying nothing. A fireman, or an actor dressed as a fireman, runs in from outside, gesturing frantically. All of the actors run out after him, screaming.

    5. There is a musical interlude, the kind of music they play in supermarkets. The actors return, carrying candles and singing a Gregorian chant. They sit down, blow out their candles one by one, as though following a ritual, and begin to whisper to one another. “Did you hear…?”

    6. One lady dressed as a vampire turns to an elderly man sitting next to her and says, with disgust: "I find the language shocking!" The man laughs and slaps his knee. He beckons to two actors dressed as ushers, who carry the lady out of the theater.

    7. A fight breaks out, there is much shouting, then, a faked murder, followed by a spirited throwing of smoke canisters and custard pies. Now, the actors are staring at us again, staring with empty,lifeless eyes, as though waiting for us to do something. There is a low chuckle which builds into waves of laughter. A Balinese dance begins.

    8. The actors urge us to join them. Hundreds of colored balloons with quotes from famous anarchists float down from the ceiling. Everyone tries to grab a balloon. A film clip plays over and over, of a Godzilla look alike swan diving into an empty pool.

    9. A theater manager enters and orders us to stop. We all leave quietly, throwing confetti at each other.

    10. Tomorrow, the matinee starts at three. The audience is asked to wear red.
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