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the scene opens in a musty hotel room in a city slightly less depressing than any other. the room is on the 37th floor. from the balcony you can see the traffic and the tops of umbrellas, overflowing shopping bags and the constant panic of life (or the impending war). on a clear day you can see the man dressed all in white, pretending he's jesus christ. inside the room the curtains are a dingy yellow from years of too much smoke and not enough sunlight. there is one bed, a desk, a typewriter (with a broken space bar key), 8 calendars, 3 clocks and a sink in the corner with a faucet that runs constantly.
two young women have been living in this room for the past 72 months. the younger of the two is more attractive. their ages are not important. they will be referred to by numbers rather than names.
79: "without you i would forget to breathe."
84: (nervously lighting a cigarette and blankly staring at the ground) "eventually you would remember. your arms are like post-it notes. it's amazing how black ink leaves such a stain."
79: "i have bloody knees and elbows from the heat that came off our bed."
84: "my back is a cuttingboard for an advertisement that doesn't need words, just images."
79: (smiling) "when was the last time you felt friction against your heart?"
84: "never was the last time."
two young women have been living in this room for the past 72 months. the younger of the two is more attractive. their ages are not important. they will be referred to by numbers rather than names.
79: "without you i would forget to breathe."
84: (nervously lighting a cigarette and blankly staring at the ground) "eventually you would remember. your arms are like post-it notes. it's amazing how black ink leaves such a stain."
79: "i have bloody knees and elbows from the heat that came off our bed."
84: "my back is a cuttingboard for an advertisement that doesn't need words, just images."
79: (smiling) "when was the last time you felt friction against your heart?"
84: "never was the last time."