Piece for February 17th 1989

(very low light, from the back of the theatre, moving toward the stage)

Nobody hears me! Nobody! Nobody sees, hears, feels, or responds to anything I do! And the joke of it is that it’s going to be happening to you someday and even if I wanted to I couldn’t warn you. Maybe the only reason you can’t hear me is you don’t give a rat’s ass. Why should you? You got everything. Right now, you got it all....even your misery to be happy about. But there will come a time when you don’t have anything. You’ll be walking cold down a street that’s as familiar as your own body and you won’t recognize anybody. You’ll try to seek them out....family, friends, enemies....especially the enemies because if you have an enemy you can rest assured someone is intensely aware of your impact on the Earth.....but there’s going to come a time when even your enemies don’t give a damn about you’re existence. Day and night you’ll hound people on the street, trying to get someone, anyone, to notice you, so that you can tell them all the insignificant intimate details of who you are. Where you were born. What evil shit your parents did to you. Who first broke your heart. Who fixed it. How meaningless you think life is. How afraid of death you are. How fast you like to drive and how a billboard can come out of nowhere in the dark. What its like to feel a steering column push its way through your chest and to watch your own body burning inside a twisted metal toy.

Its so easy to die. So hard to be forgotten....

(lights out)