fever
1. causality
the audience murmurs as the orchestra tunes. the extremities settle themselves.
hush now!
the curtain springs upward off the horizon, indicative of the beginning - crack of dawn, the sun ascends and amorphous shadows, as if called forth by the cocks crow, full figure into men and women bustling away from the dawn and into their business as if they always have.
they are only extras and unworthy of scrutiny. it is the others, the leads that deserve your attention.
it is easy to be swept into them. the story is so hopeful - it is one of love and triumph - stringing us along with the need to see them lead their lives into beauty. and they almost do... so close. only a breath away. oh, if not for circumstance - then calamity strikes. their whole world becomes black... torturous, but inches away from a joyous resolve. inches. is that the end?
almost.
but what is a story - like a knife in the back - without a twist? a scream of revulsion. cries of disgust and malediction! masks drop. the cast evaporates... and there is only I. I am the demon. I am the true monster. it is I...
I am the villain of this play.
the audience murmurs as the orchestra tunes. the extremities settle themselves.
hush now!
the curtain springs upward off the horizon, indicative of the beginning - crack of dawn, the sun ascends and amorphous shadows, as if called forth by the cocks crow, full figure into men and women bustling away from the dawn and into their business as if they always have.
they are only extras and unworthy of scrutiny. it is the others, the leads that deserve your attention.
it is easy to be swept into them. the story is so hopeful - it is one of love and triumph - stringing us along with the need to see them lead their lives into beauty. and they almost do... so close. only a breath away. oh, if not for circumstance - then calamity strikes. their whole world becomes black... torturous, but inches away from a joyous resolve. inches. is that the end?
almost.
but what is a story - like a knife in the back - without a twist? a scream of revulsion. cries of disgust and malediction! masks drop. the cast evaporates... and there is only I. I am the demon. I am the true monster. it is I...
I am the villain of this play.