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- ACT I
- Scene 1
- (At rise MAN is seated in a chair, center. There is an empty chair left, an empty chair right. There is a table with a chessboard upstage. MAN is reading a book to himself. He turns the page, smiles at the passage he is reading, and addresses the audience.)
- MAN
- "You are not wrong who deem that my days have been a dream." (pause) Edgar Allan Poe. (pause) "A Dream Within a Dream". (Coughs, crosses legs.) I say that our life, our lives, yes, our living is an accident. I say that what we are and what we choose does not choose us, and, no, we do not choose it. No, no. I say that it is an accident, nothing more than an accident. Accidental or incidental, coincidental; who cares? Merely an accident. So, and therefore, and because of yet not in spite of, although, maybe despite...but no. No, that's not right. So, and therefore, and because of yet not in spite of this, I am, in a manner of speaking, as a matter of fact, the accidental abortionist.
- (A crash.)
- MAN
- The accidental abortionist.
- (A laugh from offstage.)
- MAN
- The accidental abortionist.
- (A sound as of an explosion. A ten second blackout. Lights come back up on MAN reading as in rise. WOMAN is seated in chair right.)
- WOMAN
- I say that our birth, our being born, our birthing, yes, our birthing is an accident. How and when we are conceived, our conception is inconceivable, yes, conception is inconceivable. I say what we can and will conceive is inconceivable in its very conception, an insignificant turn of events. It does not choose us and, no, we do not choose it. No, no. I say that it is an accident, nothing more than an accident. Accidental is incidental, coincidental, transcendental; who cares? Merely an accident. So, and therefore, and because of yet not in spite of, although maybe despite...but no. No, that's not right. So, and therefore, and because of yet not in spite of this, I am, in a manner of speaking, as a matter of fact, the accidental illusion.
- MAN
- The accidental abortionist.
- WOMAN
- The accidental illusion.
- (A sound, as of waves crashing. A ten second blackout. Lightscome back up on MAN reading as in rise and on WOMAN seated with back to audience. CHILD is seated in chair left.)
- CHILD
- I say that our death, our deaths, our dying, yes, our dying is an accident. How and when we are discarded, discontinued, is disappointing,yes, our discontinuation is disappointing. Death, discontinuation, disappointment, does not choose us and, no, we do not choose it. No, no. I say that it is an accident, nothing more than an accident. Accidental is incidental, coincidental, transcendental, detrimental; who cares? Merely an accident. So and therefore, and because of yet not in spite---
- MAN
- We've heard this already.
- CHILD
- Have we?
- (A pause. WOMAN rises, turns chair around to face audience then sits on the ground in front of it.)
- WOMAN
- I don't remember.
- CHILD
- Well, in a manner of speaking, as a matter of fact, I am the accidental consequence.
- WOMAN
- No, that won't do at all.
- CHILD
- Well, in a manner of speaking, as a matter of fact I am the accidental aphorism.
- WOMAN
- I find that much improved.
- MAN
- And so it will suffice.
- (WOMAN and CHILD move upstage to chessboard.)
- WOMAN
- Pawn, B5.
- CHILD
- Pawn, E3.
- WOMAN
- Pawn, E6.
- MAN
- Check.
- WOMAN
- I beg your pardon?
- MAN
- Check.
- CHILD
- Check.
- WOMAN
- I don't think I like this game anymore.
- CHILD
- Your strategy is lacking.
- MAN
- I agree.
- WOMAN
- I see. (A pause) Ah, yes, I will take this time to castle.
- CHILD
- You're out of check. Let me see, let me see. Ah, yes. I can move my bishop like so. I will move my bishop here, see. And that will work, I think.
- MAN
- Check.
- CHILD
- I beg your pardon?
- MAN
- Check.
- WOMAN
- Check.
- CHILD
- I don't think I like this game anymore.
- WOMAN
- I've said that already.
- CHILD
- Have you?
- MAN
- I don't remember.
- CHILD
- Ah, I see. Then, I will say that I am finished with this game.
- WOMAN
- I find that much improved.
- MAN
- And so it will suffice.
- CHILD
- I don't think you understand how to play chess.
- WOMAN
- That's a hateful accusation.
- MAN
- But you don't. The knight can move only in an L-shape. (Makes an L-shape in the air.) Like this. An L. You've never even moved a knight. You have to move it in an L-shape. Like this. (Makes L-shape again.) Like so. Do you see?
- WOMAN
- I've never moved a knight.
- CHILD
- You haven't.
- WOMAN
- Are you sure?
- CHILD
- I don't remember.
- WOMAN
- I am quite sure that I would definitely have to, at some point during that game, have moved a knight.
- CHILD
- Then you've done it wrong.
- WOMAN
- I see.
- MAN
- You know, some people might say that chess, in its very essence, is often used as an existential metaphor.
- WOMAN
- I believe some people think far too much.
- (A pause.)
- MAN
- Do they?
- (A pause.)
- WOMAN
- Yes. Yes, they do.
- MAN
- I agree completely.
- CHILD
- Some might say that you're a metaphor.
- MAN
- No, no. That won't do.
- WOMAN
- That will not do.
- CHILD
- How can we be sure that we're not?
- WOMAN
- I forget. But there is a way. I promise.
- CHILD
- But you're just an illusion.
- (MAN rises, turns to CHILD slowly.)
- MAN
- We promised not to talk about that.
- CHILD
- But she is!
- MAN
- We promised not to talk about that.
- CHILD
- So am I!
- MAN
- No, no. You're an aphorism. Which is an entirely differentthing altogether. Entirely!
- WOMAN
- What is an aphorism?
- MAN
- She is.
- WOMAN
- Oh, yes. I'd forgotten.
- CHILD
- I don't think one can be an aphorism. I think that one can embody one, yes, but I don't think that one can be an aphorism. No. No, it simply can't be done.
- MAN
- But you have.
- WOMAN
- Yes.
- CHILD
- Because we're illusions! We're imaginary! We're not even real!
- MAN
- We promised not to talk about that.
- CHILD
- You promised, maybe.
- WOMAN
- I don't remember promising.
- CHILD
- It's because we're illusions. We don't have to promiseanything.
- (MAN turns suddenly, quickly, and begins walking away. CHILD yells after him.)
- CHILD
- Right? Am I right?
- WOMAN
- I don't even know where I am.
- CHILD
- I don't even know who I am.
- MAN
- Would you like me to tell you? (Sits.)
- WOMAN
- I feel that you've told me before, but I've--
- CHILD
- Forgotten.
- WOMAN
- Yes.
- MAN
- Yes.
- CHILD
- It's okay, though. We have all the time in the world.
- WOMAN
- How do you know that?
- CHILD
- I don't know. I just do.
- MAN
- I am retired.
- WOMAN
- You are?
- CHILD
- We know this.
- WOMAN
- We do? I've forgotten.
- MAN
- No, I am telling the story. That is the beginning of thestory. "I am retired".
- WOMAN
- I see.
- CHILD
- That's not a very good beginning, I don't believe.
- MAN
- Oh?
- CHILD
- No. You're starting with the present time. You shouldn't ever start a story with the end. It ruins the surprise.
- MAN
- That isn't the surprise.
- WOMAN
- There's a surprise?
- CHILD
- He's spoiled it.
- MAN
- No. No, that is not the surprise. That is a statement. It isn't even the ending, see? The ending is the present time as well, but that was just background information.
- CHILD
- Why not start at the beginning?
- MAN
- The beginning? But you've never asked me to before.
- CHILD
- But I am asking now. A good story starts at the beginning.
- MAN
- I don't know how good this story is. It's just something you would like to know. The desire to know something doesn't guarantee that you will receive positive or even entertaining knowledge. I will, however tell you, since you're so insistent.
- WOMAN
- I know you've told us before, but I don't--
- CHILD
- Remember.
- WOMAN
- Yes, remember.
- MAN
- Very well. I was born in--
- CHILD
- No, not your beginning. The beginning of the story.
- MAN
- Oh. Of course. (He pauses. He folds his hands across his lap, clears his throat, and begins.) When I was some years younger, out of high school, I wanted to be a doctor. I went to college, then to medical school. I became a doctor. I wanted to help people.
- CHILD
- This beginning is much better, much improved.
- WOMAN
- I agree, I find it much improved.
- CHILD
- And so it will suffice.
- MAN
- You will find the remainder of the story something of a letdown, I'm afraid.
- CHILD
- Don't ruin it! Tell the story. Tell it properly.
- MAN
- Very well. I wanted to help people. People, as a general rule, are beyond help. I did not believe this at the time, but I believe it now. Time is good for disillusionment. Time is good for changing your mind.
- WOMAN
- Oh, oh! I think I've changed my mind. I'm afraid to hear this story now. It scares me.
- CHILD
- You haven't a mind to change.
- WOMAN
- I think I do.
- CHILD
- You don't. You're going to hear this story as you've heard it hundreds of thousands of times before because he needs to tell himself the story.
- WOMAN
- That's selfish of him.
- MAN
- Whenever you're ready?
- WOMAN
- My apologies. Continue, only don't.
- MAN
- I will continue. I wanted to do one thing, which was help people, but my life led me in quite a different direction altogether. The people who came to see me were unhappy, and they left relieved but ruined. I thought I was doing a great service, but I wasn't. I mean, ultimately, I was,yes. To these patients, however, I was the last resort. I was a symbol of ruined worlds, broken dreams. Sometimes, they would tell me stories. At first, I listened. Then I also became afraid. Everyone has a story that would break your heart, but most of the time they keep that part of themselves hidden. The world is a much better place for this. When you're at the end of your rope and have lost all of your hopes and drive completely, you figure you've got nothing left to lose, and you tell someone. I was someone once. They told me their stories.
- WOMAN
- Their stories? Like an autobiography?
- MAN
- Sometimes. Not always. Sometimes they were stories, fiction. Stories they'd heard at bedtime during childhood. Sometimes they were stories that never happened, that were never going to happen, that they couldn't let go of. Dreams, you see.
- CHILD
- They told you their dreams?
- MAN
- They told me a lot of things. Now, continuing my story---
- CHILD
- No, please.
- MAN
- You don't want to hear anymore?
- CHILD
- I do. I just...I want to hear some of their stories. So that they're not lost forever. I want to know their dreams.
- MAN
- They really don't go with the rest of the story. They're disjointed, chaotic. They're a part of my patients' stories, not my own.
- WOMAN
- But aren't we all a part of the stories of everyone we meet? Aren't the stories related if that is the case? All of the stories?
- MAN
- If that were the case, this story would never be over.
- CHILD
- Yes it would. It would be over because you don't know their whole stories. Just the parts they told you. And that is a part of your story.
- WOMAN
- I agree.
- MAN
- You agree?
- WOMAN
- Yes. I agree.
- MAN
- It is certainly a fresh perspective on the matter. You've never asked for their stories before.
- CHILD
- It seems like today is an important day. Not at all like the others.
- MAN
- You're quite right. Not like the others at all.
- CHILD
- Well, in a manner of speaking, as a matter of fact, I am the accidental aphorism.
- WOMAN
- You've said that already.
- MAN
- You have. I applaud your self-awareness, but you stated it entirely out of context.
- CHILD
- Self-awareness is never out of context.
- (MAN and WOMAN clap politely.)
- MAN
- Bravo!
- WOMAN
- Bravo!
- CHILD
- I think, though, that it may have been false.
- MAN
- Oh?
- WOMAN
- Yes, oh? Do tell.
- CHILD
- Well, I think that self-awareness is knowing yourself. If I feel as though I was just born today, I can't know myself very well. Can I?
- MAN
- Mm.
- CHILD
- Can I?
- WOMAN
- Perhaps I'd have known the answer on another day, but for now I can't--
- MAN & CHILD
- Remember.
- MAN
- We know.
- CHILD
- Well?
- MAN
- Well, what?
- CHILD
- Can I know myself?
- MAN
- Let me ask you a question.
- CHILD
- I suppose that would be all right, but you still haven't answered mine.
- MAN
- I'm getting to that. But first, I must ask you a question.
- CHILD
- All right, then.
- MAN
- Are you aware of your thoughts at this present moment?
- CHILD
- Yes.
- MAN
- Yes, good. Another question. Are you aware of what is happening right now, and have an idea of how it relates to you?
- CHILD
- Yes, I suppose, but I still don't see--
- MAN
- That's good. You are rooted in the present. You know what's going on right now, in the present time. We are all unsure about the future, but some people might dwell on the past. You know nothing of your past. You are more self-aware than most everyone in the world.
- (WOMAN breaks into applause.)
- WOMAN
- Bravo!
- CHILD
- That is an interesting perspective. I thank you for it.
- MAN
- So you are self-aware?
- CHILD
- Yes. Yes, I suppose I am.
- WOMAN
- I would like to hear the stories.
- MAN
- You, madam, are not self-aware at all. You are constantly worrying about the past, even that which did not relate to you. You're looking for answers when you're not even sure of the right questions to ask. You're lost and confused.
- WOMAN
- I am?
- CHILD
- No, no. I disagree. I think she's simply curious. Curiosity doesn't negate self-awareness, surely?
- MAN
- Ah. Of course. I do suppose you're right.
- WOMAN
- May I hear the stories now?
- MAN
- Of course, of course. I just don't know where to begin.
- CHILD
- You never know where to begin. You're a shit storyteller.
- MAN
- That may be so. But I'm the only person who can tell you these stories. Would you like to hear them or not?
- WOMAN
- I would like to hear them. Very much.
- CHILD
- I would too. Just remember to start at the beginning.
- WOMAN
- Yes, I agree. Stories should always start at the beginning.
- MAN
- So you've mentioned. I guess it all starts with my first day. No, no. That's a shit introduction, I know. It was my first day. There, much better.
- CHILD
- I agree. I find it much improved.
- MAN
- And so it will suffice. It was my first day. I had gotten everything clean, sterile. I'd cleaned it all five, or six, or a hundred times.Who can keep count? Just to make sure that everything was perfect, and everything was ready. (As he speaks, WOMAN slowly makes her way downstage, looking not at MAN but out, past the audience.) I was ready for my first appointment of the day, my first appointment ever. Right on time, a lovely woman walked in, crying. I was taken aback, as you can imagine, but curious as to what was wrong. I motioned for her to sit down, but she wasn't even looking at me. She wasn't looking at anything in particular. So she stood there, crying, until finally I asked her, "What's wrong?" And this lovely, sad woman, I almost expected not to answer at all. I didn't know if she'd even heard me. But she said me finally, after what seemed to be centuries--
- WOMAN
- I shouldn't be here.
- MAN
- And she still wouldn't look at me, just kept on looking at something I couldn't see. But I motioned for her again to sit down, this time asking aloud, "Would you have a seat?" But she just shook her head (Woman shakes her head, once quickly.) and continued looking off into space, or wherever it was that her mind had wandered. I couldn't figure out what she was thinking, but I knew also that it wasn't my job to figure it out. I struggled for something to say to break the silence, and opted for professionalism over compassion. "Have you completed all of the appropriate paperwork?"
- WOMAN
- I filled out the fucking paperwork.
- MAN
- Okay, then. So, what brings you here today.
- WOMAN
- (Laughs dryly, without humor.) That could possibly be the most asinine question I've ever heard in my life. What am I doing here. I mean, obviously... (She throws her hands up) Christ.
- MAN
- I'm sorry.
- WOMAN
- Yeah, well, not as sorry as I am.
- MAN
- Well, there's no need for you to personally attack me--
- WOMAN
- No, that wasn't directed at you. It was...it's just...I'm not happy that I had to come here. You know? I really don't feel like I should be here at all, but you know. Here I am.
- MAN
- I see.
- WOMAN
- You see. Yeah, of course.
- MAN
- Now let me go over the procedure--
- WOMAN
- You know, I really wanted a kid. A little girl, you know? Just, not like this. Not right now. I can't do it. It's funny. It's all mixed up. I can't tell him. I can't tell him. He doesn't want...he wouldn't want. So, I mean, here I am. For better or for worse, here I am.
- MAN
- Oh.
- WOMAN
- And my little girl, she was going to grow up, and get married, and all of that shit. I was going to put her in ballet. I mean, that's fucking cliche, but I would have put her in ballet.
- MAN
- Oh, well. That's only natural.
- WOMAN
- I mean, I've dreamed about it. She was going to grow up, and marry a doctor. And the world was going to be perfect, you know?
- MAN
- I see. But it isn't.
- WOMAN
- You're right, it isn't. I dreamed last night that I was talking to a tornado.
- MAN
- Talking to a tornado?
- WOMAN
- Yes, that's right. A tornado.
- MAN
- (Telling the story again) I think I asked her about her dream, but she would have told me anyway. She needed to tell it.
- WOMAN
- I was at the beach. We were all in this cabin, overlooking the ocean. My husband, me, and some people I don't even know. We...I don't know why we were there. Just visiting the beach I suppose. I've never even seen the ocean, but there we were. And, uh, one night, I was walking out on the beach alone, but something didn't feel right. The sky was the wrong color entirely and it had started to get a little bit cold. Out on the horizon, it looked like something was moving, and I started to feel afraid, terrified. You know. It just kept getting colder and colder, and that thing moving on the horizon kept getting closer and closer, but I was frozen in place, like I couldn't move. I could just watch. And it started to, this thing on the horizon, it started to...I don't know, I guess it was making some kind of noise. Like a roar. Kind of like a train. And I thought to myself, that's the noise that tornadoes make, but I mean, I'd never seen a tornado or anything. I had just heard about it, or read about it. And the ocean started making this bubbling noise, and I looked, and the water had turned into blood. And it was really thick and really still, except for some bubbling close to shore. The ocean was blood, as far as the eye could see, and this thing, this tornado, was getting closer every second. It was strange, I noticed, when it got closer. Almost completely snow white, a perfect funnel, and no debris or anything in it. But there were these really odd, blue...blinking lights inside of it. I was still completely rooted in place, too frightened to call out or run or anything. And, uh, this tornado stops right in front of me. And it asks me my name, so I tell it my name. Then it tells me that it came to warn me, but it was going to be coming back later, and that I had a decision to make. I just nodded my head, and it went on, and it told me that it was going to come back. And it was going to have to kil lsome people. Because it was a fucking tornado, and I guess that's what they do. So I asked the tornado, "What decision do you need me to make?" And it told me that, uh, I had the choice to let my husband die. Or, I could spare this lady who was staying in the cabin with us, and her baby. That was my choice. So I told it that I didn't know that lady, didn't even know why she was there in the cabin with us, and that I wasn't going to let my husband die. The tornado said, "Thank you. I'll be back later." And started to go back the way it had come. "Wait!" I yelled after the tornado, "Who are you? What is your name?" It paused a moment above the bloody water, just a moment, and half-whispered, "God. My name is God." Then it was gone, and the water was water again, the air wasn't quite so cold, and the sky was back to normal. I went back to the cabin, horrified, and finally told everyone about the tornado. My husband laughed at me, and so did some of the other people I didn't know. I hadn't told them about the decision I made, just that the tornado told me it was going to kill people and that I could pick who to save. The Hispanic lady took me aside, and told me that she knew that she wasn't important to me because we didn't know each other. "My baby, though, it can't die yet! It hasn't even had a chance to live. Let the tornado take me, but please don't let it take my baby." I told her that I'd do whatever I could to make sure her baby would be okay, lying, and I believe I sat down. Suddenly, as things tend to happen in dreams, suddenly, there was wind and noise and everything you can imagine of a particularly violent storm. There was a knock at the door, and a voice I recognized, saying it had come for what was promised it. The tornado. God. I wouldn't let anyone to the door, screamed that I had changed my mind, just to take me, take me for God's sake, take me! Let the others leave. "A dea lis a deal," it kept saying, "A deal is a deal." And then, before my eyes, everyone in the room was killed, flattened, destroyed...except the woman, her baby, and my husband. "Take me!" I screamed again, "Please, take me!" But it just kept saying, "A deal is a deal, a deal is a deal," over and over and over. Then my husband was ripped from the house, and I think I cried out, but I was scared and the dream was already starting to fade, and I was already starting to wake up. The last thing I saw before waking up was the woman and her baby being flattened by a falling beam in the house, and as my eyes opened and the dream started to fade away, I could still hear the tornado, God, laughing.
- CHILD
- And then what happened?
- MAN
- What do you mean?
- (WOMAN makes her way back to her seat.)
- CHILD
- What happened with the woman?
- MAN
- She went through with the procedure.
- CHILD
- Did she talk anymore?
- MAN
- I don't remember.
- CHILD
- Naturally.
- MAN
- What does that mean, naturally?
- CHILD
- No one here seems to be any good at remembering.
- MAN
- Very well.
- CHILD
- Very well? What does that mean?
- MAN
- It means just what it sounds like it means: Very well.
- WOMAN
- I feel ill.
- MAN
- You feel ill?
- CHILD
- I don't believe you feel much of anything.
- WOMAN
- I feel ill. That story. It frightened me.
- MAN
- It frightened you?
- WOMAN
- Yes, it frightened me.
- MAN
- Why?
- WOMAN
- I feel like I should remember it. I just can't remember.
- MAN
- Maybe you should remember.
- CHILD
- Maybe we have amnesia.
- WOMAN
- Only, that doesn't feel quite right.
- CHILD
- Amnesia?
- WOMAN
- Yes, amnesia. It doesn't sound quite right.
- MAN
- No?
- WOMAN
- No.
- CHILD
- It feels like a game to me.
- WOMAN
- A game?
- CHILD
- Yes, a game. Like badminton. Or chess.
- MAN
- Chess? Would you like to play a game of chess, perhaps?
- CHILD
- I'll play you. She doesn't know how.
- (They move to chessboard, begin playing.)
- MAN
- Bishop takes the knight.
- CHILD
- That can't happen.
- MAN
- It just did, though.
- CHILD
- Fine. I will move this piece. A rook? Yes. A rook. It will quite cleanly put you in...check.
- WOMAN
- Check.
- CHILD
- Check.
- MAN
- Impossible.
- CHILD
- That's how chess works.
- MAN
- Impossible.
- CHILD
- No, it's quite possible. I assure you.
- MAN
- Well, I say, fuck your game of chess.
- CHILD
- It was you who wanted to play.
- MAN
- Well, I no longer think it an appropriate use of my time.
- WOMAN
- What would be a better use of time?
- MAN
- Reading.
- CHILD
- So you can ignore us?
- MAN
- Reading is important. Keeps a quick wit about you.
- CHILD
- As does chess.
- MAN
- I disagree.
- WOMAN
- I quite agree.
- MAN
- Agree with my disagreement or disagree with my disagreement?
- WOMAN
- I said I agree.
- MAN
- To whom?
- WOMAN
- To you.
- CHILD
- So you do agree with the fact that he disagrees?
- WOMAN
- No.
- MAN
- This is monotonous.
- WOMAN
- I agree.
- MAN
- I need to do...something.
- CHILD
- I agree.
- MAN
- I haven't been to work.
- CHILD
- You quit.
- MAN
- Retired.
- CHILD
- At least you know that much. I don't know anything.
- WOMAN
- I don't remember anything.
- MAN
- It's probably for the best.
- WOMAN
- Why is it that I feel lost?
- CHILD
- Why is it that I feel lost?
- MAN
- Why is it that I am lost?
- (A few moments of silence.)
- CHILD
- In a manner of speaking, as a matter of fact, I am the accidental aphorism.
- WOMAN
- Why do you keep saying that?
- CHILD
- Aphorisms are often repeated. Isn't that their whole point?
- WOMAN
- It doesn't even make sense. Besides, an aphorism is a witty phrase that means something. What do you mean?
- CHILD
- "I think, therefore I am."
- WOMAN
- No, no. That's stolen, plagiarized. You can't be a stolen aphorism.
- CHILD
- But I'm an accidental one.
- WOMAN
- Yes, but many strokes of brilliance were stumbled upon quite by accident.
- CHILD
- Like which?
- WOMAN
- It seems as though there would have to be some, but I don't--
- MAN
- Remember.
- WOMAN
- Quite right. You know, I've come to discover that my life is just one long, run-on sentence.
- MAN
- I personally choose to live my life punctuated with an exclamation point.
- CHILD
- Rather than living my life punctuated with an exclamation point, I'd like to live my life as a rhetorical question.
- WOMAN
- Now that is an aphorism.
- MAN
- I agree. I find it much improved.
- WOMAN
- And so it will suffice.
- MAN
- But what does it mean?
- WOMAN
- It means everything.
- MAN
- Ah. Of course. Everything.
- CHILD
- This is purgatory.
- MAN
- Pardon?
- CHILD
- It has to be purgatory. There's nothing here that means anything. We're just stuck here, and we can't remember anything. We don't do anything. We just have the same conversations over and over again, say the same things, without ever really saying anything.
- MAN
- That's called life.
- CHILD
- Oh. I always thought life was a little more exciting.
- WOMAN
- I've never really given it too much thought.
- CHILD
- You wouldn't.
- MAN
- Kindness is a virtue.
- CHILD
- Fuck virtue! What's the point?
- MAN
- Is there supposed to be a point?
- CHILD
- One would think.
- MAN
- If one thinks, one would realize there isn't a point.
- WOMAN
- Point, pint, paint, pant, pent--
- CHILD
- What are you doing?
- WOMAN
- Word association. Words that sound alike.
- CHILD
- Alike, dyke, kike, Reich--
- WOMAN
- Stop that!
- CHILD
- Stop what?
- WOMAN
- You've taken a completely innocent game and made it awful.
- CHILD
- Just word association, right?
- MAN
- Right.
- CHILD
- Then why do the words matter, out of context?
- WOMAN
- Excuse me?
- CHILD
- They're just sounds. Why do you care if they're taken out of context?
- WOMAN
- Because those aren't very nice words.
- MAN
- I see the point though. If words are taken out of context, they don't mean anything.
- CHILD
- Precisely.
- MAN
- I could drink myself to death and no one would even notice. Taken out of context, you'd probably think I was depressed, but I'm just making a casual observation.
- WOMAN
- I'd like a quart of gin, please.
- MAN
- A quart?
- WOMAN
- A quart, give or take.
- MAN
- I hardly think that this is the time for drinking.
- WOMAN
- A pint.
- MAN
- No.
- WOMAN
- Then tell me a story.
- MAN
- No--wait. A story?
- WOMAN
- Another story.
- MAN
- I say that our life, our lives, yes, our living is an accident. I say that what we are and what we choose does not choose us, and, no, we do not choose it. No, no. I say that it is an accident, nothing more than an accident. Accidental or incidental, coincidental; who cares? Merely an accident. So, and therefore, and because of yet not in spite of, although, maybe despite...but no. No, that's not right. So, and therefore, and because of yet not in spite of this, I am, in a manner of speaking, as a matter of fact, the accidental abortionist.
- WOMAN
- We've already heard that. You've already said that.
- MAN
- I have?
- WOMAN
- Yes, you have indeed.
- CHILD
- That story blows.
- MAN
- Well, thank you for the constructive criticism.
- WOMAN
- I think it would be nice to have a child.
- MAN
- Yes, but I can never decide whether I'd like a little boy or a little girl.
- WOMAN
- I don't believe you really get to choose.
- MAN
- Yes. Yes, sometimes you do.
- CHILD
- Sometimes they're both.
- WOMAN
- Don't talk like that. That's just weird.
- MAN
- I've heard that some women have undescended testicles instead of ovaries.
- CHILD
- I think that 'women' was used subjectively in that statement.
- MAN
- You're rather astute for your age.
- CHILD
- My age?
- MAN
- Yes, your age.
- CHILD
- How old am I?
- MAN
- How old would you like to be?
- CHILD
- I think I'd like to be 25.
- MAN
- You're 25.
- WOMAN
- That was lucky. You're the same age you'd like to be.
- MAN
- How old would you like to be?
- WOMAN
- Me? I think I'd like to be 25, too. That sounds like a lovely age.
- MAN
- You're 25.
- WOMAN
- I am? Oh, that's lucky, too!
- CHILD
- How old would you like to be?
- MAN
- 25 sounds about right.
- CHILD
- How old are you?
- MAN
- Not 25.
- WOMAN
- Oh, that's no good at all.
- MAN
- It can't be helped.
- WOMAN
- No, I suppose not.
- (A pause.)
- CHILD
- Is Santa Claus God?
- MAN
- I'm sorry?
- CHILD
- Santa Claus. Is he God?
- MAN
- Why would you think that?
- CHILD
- He's everywhere at once. He has a white beard. He gives people presents on Jesus' birthday. He sees you when you're sleeping, and knows when you're awake. He can tell who's naughty and who's nice. He defies all laws of physics and logic. Is he God?
- MAN
- Santa Claus isn't real.
- CHILD
- Exactly.
- WOMAN
- Oh, what a wicked thing to say!
- CHILD
- It can't be a coincidence though, and you know it. Plus, the coal in the stocking: A metaphor for Hell, fire and brimstone?
- (MAN and WOMAN clap politely.)
- MAN
- Bravo!
- WOMAN
- Bravo!
- CHILD
- I don't understand.
- MAN
- You've discovered the meaning of life.
- CHILD
- I don't think that I have.
- WOMAN
- You have.
- MAN
- You have indeed.
- CHILD
- What is the meaning of life?
- MAN
- You already know. You just told us.
- CHILD
- That doesn't make any sense.
- MAN
- Do you feel enlightened?
- CHILD
- Are you mocking me?
- MAN
- (Taken aback.) No, not at all. I was merely complimenting you.
- WOMAN
- That shirt compliments your eyes.
- MAN
- See? Compliments.
- CHILD
- I don't see.
- MAN
- If you want to see, then you will see.
- CHILD
- Is that the meaning of life?
- MAN
- Perhaps I gave you too much credit.
- CHILD
- Now are you mocking me?
- MAN
- Perhaps.
- WOMAN
- I don't like this game.
- MAN
- It isn't a game.
- CHILD
- Not a game at all.
- WOMAN
- It certainly looks like one, from where I'm standing.
- MAN
- But, my dear, you're sitting down!
- WOMAN
- I am? Oh, quite right. I am.
- CHILD
- You could have argued that it was a figure of speech.
- WOMAN
- I'm not taking life coaching from a 25-year-old.
- CHILD
- But you're 25, too.
- WOMAN
- So I am! I like this game!
- MAN
- It isn't a game.
- (CHILD applauds wildly.)
- CHILD
- Bravo!
- MAN
- I believe that was out of context.
- (WOMAN applauds wildly.)
- WOMAN
- Bravo!
- MAN
- I don't like this game.
- WOMAN
- Oh, we're playing a game! Checkmate!
- MAN
- This isn't chess.
- WOMAN
- It reminds me of chess.
- MAN
- It can remind you of chess all day, but that doesn't make it chess.
- WOMAN
- You just said, "If you want to see, then you will see." I want this to be chess, so it is chess.
- MAN
- Touche.
- WOMAN
- Oh, lovely! That's a chess term.
- CHILD
- No, it's a fencing term.
- WOMAN
- Oh. Well, fencing is a game as well, correct?
- CHILD
- I suppose.
- WOMAN
- You suppose? Fencing is a game.
- CHILD
- Yes.
- WOMAN
- Lovely! We're playing a game!
- CHILD
- Regardless of whether or not we're playing a game, he was telling a story.
- MAN
- I was?
- CHILD
- Yes, you most certainly were.
- MAN
- Ah, that's right. I'd gotten sidetracked. Started telling the stories of others. Am I right?
- CHILD
- Well, no, you weren't sidetracked.
- MAN
- No?
- CHILD
- No. Their stories were a part of the story. Do you remember?
- MAN
- I think I remember.
- CHILD
- You're almost as bad as she is.
- MAN
- Almost as bad as...?
- CHILD
- Forgetting everything.
- WOMAN
- I remember that he was telling a story. I do remember that much.
- MAN
- Ah, yes. Well. To continue my story--
- CHILD
- Are you going to tell their stories, too?
- MAN
- Whose?
- CHILD
- The patients. The stories they told you.
- MAN
- Well, the relevant one. There's still one that is important.I'm getting there.
- CHILD
- Relevant how?
- MAN
- You'll see.
- WOMAN
- You can't see stories.
- MAN
- You'll hear, then.
- WOMAN
- I find that a better way of putting it, much improved.
- CHILD
- And so it will suffice.
- MAN
- A lot of patients came and went after that first woman, the sad woman who dreamt she talked to a tornado named God once. Some of them told me stories, too. None of them affected me quite the same way, and I was glad. It made me think that maybe she'd just taken me off guard, that it wasn't that important. Never mind that she had started an irreversible change to my life.
- CHILD
- An irreversible--
- MAN
- I'll get to that later. The people came and went; sometimes they were afraid, sometimes they were sad. Sometimes they told me stories, sometimes they didn't say a word. It was fine. Normal. Almost comfortable. I'd decided the first woman was a fluke, bad luck. Just sent to prove to me that if I could make it through my job after her, I could make it through anything. It does seem, though, that whenever we finally get comfortable and let our guard down, that's when things get really messy.
- WOMAN
- Ooh, here comes the exposition!
- MAN
- Erm. Yes. Another woman came in. Well, more of a girl this time. She couldn't have been older than sixteen. She walked right in and sat down without a word. I was used to this. Some people just really don't fee lhorribly conversational in that situation. I figured she was going to be one of the quiet ones, just nod her head at the right times and mumble only the necessary information. At first, that's what she did. Then she looked up at me,and she asked me:
- CHILD
- (Moves downstage) AmI going to go to Hell?
- MAN
- And what was I supposed to say to that? I don't know the answer. I'm not able to make that sort of judgment or to say for sure whether any such judgment exists. So, I told her the closest thing to the truth I could think of. I told her, "I don't know. If you want to get technical, I guess you're not the one doing anything wrong." And she just kind of looked at me a moment or two, then she asked:
- CHILD
- Are you going to go to Hell?
- MAN
- And I told her the closest thing to truth that I could think of, and I told her, "I don't know. I don't know."
- CHILD
- If you mean well, maybe it's okay.
- MAN
- I don't know. I don't really think about it much. Now, I'm going to give you a quick overview of the procedure, just so you know what
- to expect.
- CHILD
- You should think about it. I think about it all the time.
- MAN
- That's fine. The instruments I will be using--
- CHILD
- I dream about it. Judgment and all of that.
- MAN
- (Disinterested.) Do you?
- CHILD
- Yes, all the time. That's why I'm here.
- MAN
- Oh, that whole, "Don't want to bring a child into this world, 'cause when the bomb drops..." foolishness. I have to tell you, that's very Vietnam-era nonsense and a very dated mindset for your generation.
- CHILD
- I don't think that.
- MAN
- No? What do you think?
- CHILD
- I think I can't bring a child into this world when I'm not fit to be a mother, first and foremost. I think that I keep having these end of the world dreams because I'm not ready for this, and because this would really mess my life up. That's what I think.
- MAN
- My apologies.
- CHILD
- I also think that maybe there's something more to the dreams, but who can know that for sure? That has nothing to do with my being here, by the way. The thing I also think.
- MAN
- Oh. Okay then.
- CHILD
- It's like chaos, though.
- MAN
- What is?
- CHILD
- The dream. Or dreams. I've had it more than once, I suppose, but it's different every time, if only a little bit. It always starts the same, though, and you wouldn't think it had anything to do with the Apocalypse at all from the beginning.
- MAN
- Ah.
- CHILD
- It's like...I'm outside, playing basketball and it's almost dark. I know that I need to go inside, but I can't remember why. Then, my mother leans out the door and starts screaming, "It's almost here! It's coming!" and waves her arms at me frantically to go inside. I start walking to the house, and I hear a bone-chilling howl. My mother slams the door, afraid herself. I still don't know what's happening, but I feel as though I really should and start to run. I make it up the steps and turn, right as I see from whence the howl originated. It's a massive dog, and it hasn't got a face. I tear the door open, and run inside. My mother is crying and saying, "I thought for sure he'd gotten you this time. You can't be so careless." And I'm just terrified. Just...terrified.And I turn to look out the window, and the dog is right there, up on its hind legs. Its face is against the glass, and there are maggots crawling all over its...not-face. Then, it starts whispering my name, and I can hear it, and suddenly I just want to be back outside. I try to go out, and my mother grabs me from behind and holds me there. And I can't move or anything, but I still want to be back outside. So, I remember that there's a knife in my pocket, a Swiss Army knife that I sometimes use to adjust the height of the basketball hoop. So I pull it out, flick out the blade, and just start stabbing my mother all over. She falls down, and I go outside. The dog walks over to me on its hind legs and says, "Thank you. I knew you could do it. You're ready now." I'm not afraid anymore, just confused. So I ask it, "Ready for what?" and the dog says, "I'll show you." I follow this faceless, talking dog, walking on its hind legs, down the street. Everyone is dead. The bodies of men, women, and children are just...littering the street. A few people emerge from the sea of dead bodies, rare survivors, and start following the dog and me to wherever we're going. I don't know any of the people. After a few minutes, or hours, or weeks of this, there are about a hundred of us following this strange, faceless dog. "Why are we alive and all of them dead?" I finally manage to ask, and the dog laughs."It's the Apocalypse. They all went to Heaven. But you all get to be here with me." I'm terrified now, for the first time since I saw the dog. "Who are you?" I ask. "Dog is God backwards," it tells me, and I get a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, as it continues, "And I am the opposite of God." None of the others are paying attention, they're just following along blindly. "But I'd rather die. I'd rather go to Heaven!" I yell at the dog. "Funny," the dog says, half to himself, "Everyone always thought I'd be a goat. But what more obvious than a dog, really? Loyal to humans so long as they take care of them. Prone to snap at a moment's notice. Dog. Backwards God. Dog. Backwards God." And everything is really quiet after that. And I just walk along and follow this backwards God until the dream fades, and I wake up.
- WOMAN
- What happened next?
- MAN
- I left my practice.
- WOMAN
- Oh.
- (CHILD moves back to seat.)
- CHILD
- That story was sad.
- MAN
- Most stories are sad, if you hear them all the way through.
- WOMAN
- You don't believe in happy endings?
- MAN
- No. I don't believe I do.
- WOMAN
- That's sad.
- MAN
- I suppose it is. That part of my story is sad.
- CHILD
- The ending?
- MAN
- Yes. The ending.
- WOMAN
- I'd like not to have an ending.
- MAN
- It's necessary.
- WOMAN
- Everyone always says it's necessary. If you think outside of the box, you find out that is not always the case.
- CHILD
- Who is everyone?
- WOMAN
- You know. Everyone.
- CHILD
- Examples?
- WOMAN
- Everyone.
- CHILD
- Oh. I suppose that makes sense.
- MAN
- That was exhausting. I'd like to continue reading my book.
- WOMAN
- Oh, you would?
- MAN
- Yes, I would like that very much.
- CHILD
- To ignore us, I suppose?
- MAN
- You don't need constant stimulation. You're not a puppy. You'll manage.
- CHILD
- What about my story?
- MAN
- Your story? I can't say that I know your story.
- CHILD
- You'd have to know.
- MAN
- I'll have to say that you know your story better than I, myself do.
- CHILD
- I don't know yesterday.
- MAN
- And I don't know tomorrow. Tough shit.
- CHILD
- I'm 25 years old! I deserve to know something.
- MAN
- You're not 25.
- CHILD
- But you said--
- MAN
- I said a lot of things.
- CHILD
- Check.
- MAN
- I beg your pardon?
- WOMAN
- Check.
- CHILD
- Check.
- MAN
- This isn't chess.
- CHILD
- I will move the bishop here. I feel that I may move my bishop without devastating consequences.
- WOMAN
- Check.
- MAN
- Stop it.
- WOMAN
- Rook to E3. Aaaand--
- CHILD
- Check.
- MAN
- Stop it.
- WOMAN
- Castling! You can't forget castling!
- CHILD
- You're safe for now.
- MAN
- Check.
- CHILD
- I beg your pardon?
- WOMAN
- Check.
- MAN
- Knight moves.
- WOMAN
- It moves in an L-shape.
- MAN
- An L-shape. Like this. (Makes L-shape in the air.) An L.
- WOMAN
- Knight takes the Bishop.
- MAN
- Check.
- WOMAN
- And.
- MAN
- Mate!
- WOMAN
- You've lost.
- CHILD
- You both have completely lost it.
- MAN
- No, we're playing a game. There's nothing inherently crazy about game play, is there?
- CHILD
- Yes.
- WOMAN
- What was that, dear?
- CHILD
- Yes! Yes, playing chess without a board is insane!
- (MAN and WOMAN clap politely.)
- MAN
- Bravo!
- WOMAN
- Bravo!
- CHILD
- Why are we here?
- MAN
- You already unlocked the meaning of life earlier my dear, but you just can't seem to--
- WOMAN
- Remember.
- MAN
- Yes, remember. That's right.
- CHILD
- There is something desperately wrong with this whole situation. I don't even know what the world looks like out there. I have a feeling I've never left this room in my life.
- MAN
- You haven't.
- WOMAN
- I haven't.
- CHILD
- We haven't?
- MAN
- I have.
- CHILD
- Well, naturally. So what is going on here? What is my story?
- MAN
- I told you, I don't--
- CHILD
- No. No, you told me earlier that you would tell me my story. That you would tell my story and her story. And you couldn't start the story very well. Then we asked you about the other peoples' dreams. And you told us. And we all hate endings. But the story wasn't over, was it?
- MAN
- My, we are touchy.
- CHILD
- WAS IT?
- MAN
- You're right. It wasn't over. But I've never finished the story, and you've never asked before.
- CHILD
- That seems to be a recurring theme. What's different about today?
- MAN
- I don't know. I simply don't know.
- CHILD
- How does the story end? Where do I come in? Where does she come in?
- MAN
- That's a rather touchy subject.
- WOMAN
- I would like to know, too. If that's all right.
- CHILD
- If you tell us now, will we remember it tomorrow?
- MAN
- No.
- WOMAN
- Oh. Then what's the point?
- CHILD
- The point is knowing. Even for a little while. Knowing might change things.
- WOMAN
- Change things? Like what? I don't even know what things could possibly need changed.
- CHILD
- It could make things better.
- WOMAN
- Better? Like how?
- CHILD
- I don't know. It couldn't be worse, though. Nothing could be worse than purgatory.
- MAN
- I've told you already that this isn't purgatory.
- CHILD
- What is it, then?
- MAN
- It's life. I've told you. It's life.
- CHILD
- Oh, so is the meaning of life being locked in a fucking room all day, not remembering from one day to the next, and being told that you're self-aware? Maybe hearing a story or two? Making up an aphorism to define your very existence when you're not even sure whether or not you exist?!
- MAN
- In a nutshell.
- CHILD
- Oh, that's just wonderful.
- WOMAN
- Would you tell us the story, please?
- CHILD
- He's already told us the only part that matters. We're never going to see the outside of this room. We're in purgatory.
- MAN
- Life.
- CHILD
- Purgatory.
- WOMAN
- Check.
- CHILD
- And.
- WOMAN
- Mate!
- MAN
- This may be your own brand of purgatory. This may be. I can't know that, but it may be so. Would you like to hear the story? I am ready to tell you the story.
- CHILD
- Like to? No. Need to? Probably not. Am I going to hear the end of the story? Without a doubt. Without a fucking doubt.
- WOMAN
- You should probably watch your language. A young lady of 25 shouldn't speak in such a way.
- MAN
- I retired. I left.
- CHILD
- So you told us.
- MAN
- I'm finishing the story.
- CHILD
- Right.
- MAN
- Right. So I retired after that last woman. That last girl. I left. I couldn't do it anymore. If you really knew anything about anything, you'd probably know that I already told your stories.
- WOMAN
- But we don't know anything. That's why we asked you to tell us.
- MAN
- Yes.
- CHILD
- So...?
- MAN
- So, what?
- CHILD
- The rest of the story.
- MAN
- Of course, of course.
- CHILD
- You know, if we're not going to remember it anyway, you shouldn't regret telling it.
- MAN
- I know. But I do.
- WOMAN
- It's okay. You can tell us when you're ready.
- MAN
- I'll never be ready. But, ah. There's no time like the present, eh?
- CHILD
- I guess so.
- MAN
- I wanted to grow up and help people. Yes, that's what I wanted to do. Even those who didn't feel as though they deserved to be helped, I wanted to help them.
- WOMAN
- Understandable.
- MAN
- Sometimes my patients would tell me stories. They'd tell me their stories. They'd tell me things that happened, things that had never happened, and things that would never happen. They told me their dreams. Sometimes, they'd be happy dreams, but I don't remember those very well. Most of the time, they were horrible things. They told me their biggest fears, and I just listened and did what I was paid to do. I didn't help people. I didn't help myself. I retired. I left. I had dreams too. I had fears. I had regrets.When I retired, I was alone. I sat in my empty room and played chess in complete solitude,waiting to die. One day, a young woman came to my door, and she looked just like her mother. She looked just like her mother. She was lovely, and sad, and she told me her story, a dream that her mother had once. She told me:
- (WOMAN crosses downstage.)
- WOMAN
- There was a tornado named God, and it spoke to her. And she didn't know what the right decision was. God laughed at her.
- MAN
- So I invited her in. And she decided to stay. We were okay, but we wanted a child there. We didn't know if we wanted a girl or a boy. And one day, someone came and knocked on our door. She couldn't have been more than 16. She didn't speak for a while, but when she did, she told me how her mother dreamed the end of the world.
- (CHILD crosses downstage.)
- CHILD
- Everyone was dead. And there was a backwards God without a face who spoke to her, and told her she was damned.
- MAN
- And I told them my stories, but they never remembered. Day to day, they never remembered. (Man picks up his book, reads a moment.) "All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream." (pause) Edgar Allan Poe. (pause) "A Dream Within a Dream." (Closes book.) I say that our life, our lives, yes, our living is an accident. I say that what we are and what we choose does not choose us, and, no, we do not choose it. No, no. I say that it is an accident, nothing more than an accident. Accidental or incidental, coincidental; who cares? Merely an accident. So, and therefore, and because of yet not in spite of, although, maybe despite...but no. No, that's not right. So, and therefore, and because of yet not in spite of this, I am, in a manner of speaking, as a matter of fact...
- WOMAN
- The accidental illusion.
- CHILD
- The accidental aphorism.
- MAN
- The accidental abortionist.
- (The Curtain Falls)
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