The fighter planes say

we are alone on earth.

Therefore to speak is an exercise in futility

No, you fighter airplanes are not alone

We occupy an unreachable realm of being, we are therefore alone

I see you, I speak to you

We are blind. We are deaf. We have no tactile sensation

We consider ourselves the must frustrated of beings and drop many bombs without hesitation

Please don’t.

(Pause)

Please don’t drop bombs, please don’t hurt people

The one thing we lust for is aesthetic sensibility, but that too is denied us.

I’m sorry. I do sympathise with a hunger for aesthetic sensibility-- but don’t express that understandable frustration through dropping bombs

It has been said, in previous eras, that when bombs explode-- seen from the clouds, this produces an aesthetic sensation

(Pause)

Bombs kill people

Airplanes eventually crash. Airplanes--

Fighter planes?

(Pause)

Airplanes eventally run low on fuel, and start falling from clouds toward earth.

Ah, here you are--

This beginning to die. This-- descent of the realm of human beings--

You are no longer alone, airplane. Let’s have our photograph taken together

No

Why not

--Haven’t you heard? Photographs steal the soul

Haven’t you heard? Airplanes have no soul. That’s why they seek out the earth, and human beings--

No, fighterplanes do not seek out the earth, nor human beings

For that reason, unhappy fighterplane, you feel alone. Isolated--

It is not my lonliness which worries me.

--I can tell by your tone of voice--

--Surrounded by people who cannot speak--

We’re speaking--

--Who do not speak-- shall we say they do not speak my language?

Do you hear the sound of your own voice, at least?

(Pause)

My proper discourse, comes not through words, but through the penetration of space-- total space is available to me

Not higher than the highest clouds, however--

That’s enough.

Is it enough? Escape from this room, show me.

Escape from what.

You’re in a room, airplane. Escape from this room

There’s nothing to escape from here.

(moves, as others open doors and enter, and first woman exits)

I can’t escape.

I bet you can escape if you try

--I bet you can’t escape even if you try. There’s a ceiling to this room as well as walls.

(Pause)

You see, we know something about airplanes

Fighter planes

Yes indeed

Better than you know ourself possibly

Once-- this was a long time ago-- I invented an airplane with banannas for engines.

That was quite an invention. I , on the other hand, invented a cheese sandwich with wings. It flew towards people who were hungery

Break through arificial walls, airplane. We can help

We’re human beings. We’re very inventive

If we open this door-- what would you like most of all to find hiding behind this door

(Pause)

The sun

You want the sun? I’ll show you the sun

(Opens)

I see it.

Having seen it?

It’s enough. It’s everything

No, airplane-- it’s not enough.

Don’t you like vacations?

Don’t you like meals in resturants?

I like sunlight

Don’t you like the ocean?

I’m afraid of falling out of the sky and into the ocean

Don’t you like pictures of beautiful women? Here’s a snapshot--

I’ve carried a photo of a beautiful women, glued to my dashboard as I rose through space--

(woman at door)

Could I come back in?

You just did

I mean-- can I stay now that I’m here?

Isn’t that what “can I come in?” usually means?

Yes.

Fighterplanes and I are friends, am I right?

(Pause)

Yes.

See if you can make any sense out of this story--

Fighterplanes never understand stories

What do they understand

I bet they understand adventures.

Fighter planes experience adventures-- but their obcessive concern is to lift out of adventures-- to much greater heights

--To even greater adventures

You understand nothing because you inhabit the earth, human beings

You understand nothing because your head’s in the clouds, airplane

And who’s perspective is advantageous?

Ok-- What treasures do you bring back from your days exploring the earth from great heights?

(Pause)

From great hights, things turn small enough to vanish

Ah, what a disappointment--

But fighter planes maintain contact with the invidible-- radio contact

That’s one of the reasons airplane feels uncomfortable in this room. He misses having a radio in this room

This is true.

If there was a radio in this room I might, now, turning it on for myself,

hear-- intuition-wise-- what I missed, or lost, in my meticulous exploration

high over cities and countryside--.

Nothing like human memory you understand, but instead

--like a broken self, a broken me,

and in those cracks

the wind of real things at last, through a radio--

invisble but touching me.

so that I re-imagine a world entire,

living the rest of my life forgetful,

asleep,

sensing whatever purpose I managed to evade as I slid sideways through the wrong door titled "obligation through this door' --and I was almost in the lost and found department for an eternity

--which could never decide whether it was the land of the lost or the the land of the truly--

FOUND at last!

Should I try to make sense of that story

Was I telling a story?

It seems to me-- that in a certain room,

a certain radio was absent.

*

Once upon a time each room contained a radio.

Now, no radio in no room.

In a certain hotel

plans were made

to broadcast from a tower on the roof of the hotel--

radio broadcasts.

But such plans never came to fruition.

Nevertheless, the name of this hotel

was the Radio Hotel.

How often has a name been less than appropriate?

In this case one could understand why the name was chosen,

even though it was no longer appropriate.

Having once been to a certain extent an appropriate name

there was now a pause

in thought.

Through that pause,

thoughts from another space

bled-- leaving the residue of a name.

Radio Hotel!

No blood staining yet the walls of the Radio Hotel.

Silence-- radio reigned!

And the Radio Hotel

closed inside itself

the lost proclivity it broadcast

towards street wards

those who passed or entered

or passed through as guests in the

Radio Hotel.)

"Hotel Radio-- hello, radio Hotel"

Can I help?

No. But help.

It's one of my favorite words. No. It's my favorite word.

I help whenever I get help

The more times you can use the word help in a sentence, the more it helps.

Help myself.

Help yourself.

Help yourself to the word help, which is how I help myself.

(Pause)

Help yourself to some fruit.

I don't think I should eat right now.

(Pause)

One of the most potent ideas I ever had, ever, was the idea that in the center of the fruit was a pit, and the pit was the radio in the center of the fruit. And the whole fruit helps-- the radio in the center of the fruit.

My ear; helps.

My ear was help also.

Does this help? My ear helps.

(Pause)

Have some fruit now

Eat it, or let it turn into the radio that it is.

In the Hotel Radio, the fruit placed in bowls which sit on small tables in each room-- no radios in rooms, but fruit in rooms, and in the center of the fruit, is a radio.

(Pause)

I imagine walking down the street and seeing the letters painted on the stone wall of the building I pass to spell the words "Hotel Radio". Then I imagine a round fruit-- just it's image, painted on a stone wall. And I imagine a ray of energy, traveling through the stone and emerging from the stone to fly over the whole city. This helps. This imagining this thing helps.

What does it help?

(Pause)

It helps me. If I try to say what it helps-- me-- that separates me from myself and that does not help. So I do not explain why it helps, even to myself. I just say and know, it helps. Which is much like being in, or traveling towards, the Hotel Radio. Just remembering it, even from inside one of its rooms, and I don't know if there are many such rooms or only a few-- but it helps.

It helps.

Hello, this is a part of the hotel radio, and it helps.

_______________

Self discovery in a Hotel? This does not seem possible

(bring in)

What's this?

Food

I don't want food

(Pause)

You don't have to look at it

Wait a minute. Is this to eat, or watch

You can only watch it if you use powerful concentration. Otherwise, eventually appitite wins out and it ends up in the stomach

(Pause)

Take it away, please

Whatever you say

--Take it away please

(Goes)

What I said was enough to make it happen. Wait a miute-- do I want a radio in my room? or will that make it difficult to know whether or not it's me doing the talking

(In radio)

Where shall I put it

I'd rather have my suitcases delivered

Soon

when

soon

When is soon

The radio could take your mind off your problems

Is that true?

Sometimes

Plug it in but don't turn it on

No. You plug it in

(Pause)

Just put it on the table

(done, gone)

Self discovery in a hotel. This does not seem possible.

This could perhaps be the play in which entering a room-- me--an individual such as myself with no special qualities visible to one who is placed outside me and is only able to observe me from that same outside of my body and my consciousness both

This could be the play in which everything is different

Yes

Everything. I pick up this egg from the plate

That would seem to be the end of something. And therefore the beginning of something else

Yes

But everything is different

Yes

Is this the world you were talking about?

Yes

What kind of a life is lived by somebody with no holes to patch closed

There are doors and windows in every room

Not my kind of a room

Doesn't the brain spin sufficiently?

Mine?

"Special Talents" (a title)

The universe uses me, I'm afraid. What I mean is-- therefore I have to hold on tight

Does it spin

It spins me

You spin internally

(Pause

Yes. Internally

But if I look close, I should be able to pick up on that

That must be a spcial talent

No-- you're the one with the special talent

I dodn't say so

(Pause)

You didn't have to say so.

Hello

I am not myself

Well, in a certain sense I am not myself either

Be happy

What makes you happy

Waiting to be with somebody whom one is not with. Waiting to be with somebody whom one cannot be with

(In window) Smell the flowers, Maestro

Do not mock me

Well-- they're your flowers

For that reason, I can hardly avoid smelling them-- permiating the room as it were in regards to odor-- However your point is well taken. One's NOSE becomes acclimated.

I think we can agree. Life has conspired against me

We don't agree at all

Are you that blind?

(Pause)

From where arrives my bitterness, my despondancy

I have no idea

(Pause)

I blame the lottery of life for dealing me, genetically, a pre-disposition to such negative emotions.

I do not like-- think not, I like being in front of what I call 'people' and you call 'myself'. Now-- let us join minds and proceed through this combination of mind power into discovery and adventure

(Pause)

Ah, nothing comes up immediately. Perhaps we need help.

(enter)

I think there'd be better functioning if you'd lie down

Isn't that a vulnurable position?

I'd call it relaxation

Ah-- were I to lie down do you fantasize a second body physically rising out of my first body and that collaboration could be fruitful?

What collaboration

Myself with myself

You tell me

I did

I only hear one person talking

I didn't lie down

Try it

(Done)

Don't think I like this.

There isn't much that you DO like, am I right?

(Sits up)

Ah-- am I now talking to the second me that just rose up out of my recumbant physical self?

(Pause

Then we should shake hands--

(Offers, not taken up. Pause)

Perhaps you don't need me

(Exit)

What adventures you must have had

Mind adventures only

Don't disillusion me

Oh? Isn't that enough to keep you interested for a few hours?

Nothing holds me that long

I call that adventurism

Which is why I turn to you for guidance

Entertainment?

Certainly not

Good

(Pause)

On that basis and on that basis alone, I am wiling to speak about my so-called adventures

(Pause)

Go on

On yes, I am dpoing that

You mean you can hardly stop doing that

Going on and on and on. You follow me this far?

I can hardly stop doing that

A terrible face that appeared as I opened my eyes

Did you open your eyes to make it appear

Did I what

Did you make it appear?

(Pause)

By opening my eyes, yes. I made it appear

What did it look like

I can hardly remember

But it frightened you

I woke up screaming

Ah-- then you were asleep when you saw it, but your eyes were already open

(Pause)

Yes

This is not clear

Right

(Pause)_

Not clear at all

Does my face remind you of anything?

(Pause)

While I'm looking at it I can't tell

Then feel free to look away

(Done, pause)

I can't see it

Is it frightening

Oh no-- only when I remember that other face am I frightened

(Goes to wall points to picture)

Imagine for a minute that this face was looking at you rather then at the object under observation. Would it frighten you

It might

(Pause)

OK> Perhaps we should leave you alone

Why not

(Others go)

This is painful. This-- being left alone

(Pause)

Yet why am I left alone?

I know the answer. I drive them away from me because of the degree of my mental concentration

(One returns)

What is it, really. This sex thing

I want to eat you alive

All parts?

Yes.

The parts that smell bad?

Yes

Who's talking

You're right. I have two levels-- one level that wants to eat you alive, and the other level that is disgusted by such an idea and pulls away into more spiritual concerns

What part left the room

Don't think you know

(Pause. Left goes and gets doll, devours, others re-enter. He stops and puts it away).

Would you like to visit another planet

Yes. I certainly would like to do that

(Pause)

Not yet. You're not ready

(out. Re-do doll. Stops by self, puts it in chair)

Are you alive?

(Pause)

On some level. I think you are alive

(END OF A PLAY)

How can I come to the end of this experience, which is unsatisfactory, with no end in sight, and yet make that very fact an end,

and an end that is satisfactory as an end--

fulfilling in it's very experience of being not-fulfilling

(Pause)

Who can deal with this

(All enter. Put on a record, then add more.

Stagger, fall)

This is less than frightening

This is not something I can prove

Rigor

Rigor?

The total circulation of my emotions leaves me exhausted

(Pause)

Probably not exhausted-- rather with a distaste for what heretofore appealed to me. Every kind of sweetness

This is not something I underatand

You don't have to understand me

No-- this was not my train of thought

It's my train of thought, God damit

I'm being manipulated by your emotions

(Pause)

You are very forceful

Well, I meant to be persuasive

(Drawer. Orange)

I was keeping this for you

Why does this make me uneasy?

It's just an orange

Oh, I do see that

But if it makes you uneasy-- it makes you uneasy. Si I'll put it back in the drawer

(Done)

I think that has something to do with it

What

An orange in a drawer

It's not un un-pleasant fragrence

Ah, you mean if I were to join it in an adjacent part of the same piece of furniture

Oh. I don't think you could fit into that particular piece of furniture

Probably not

(Pause)

You're too large

(Pause)

Where did I put my gloves?

(Open same)

Ow!

(slam shut, hold face)

I'm sorry

It was a trick

What was a trick

(Pause)

Here-- let me manipulate this panel

(Revolves. Book)

Ah. The secret book

(Pause)

But when you said it was a trick-- that refered to something that already happened previously

Don't be predjudiced against me

Was I

Oh yes

That was before. I'm talking about now.

I must have a bad memory

If you have it, it's not bad, if it's bad you don't have it

I think the trick is right now

Right

The trick is, finding it

The real trick is hiding it

(Pause)

I guess I did pretty good

(Exit)

This is not my way of understanding the world

--I haven't said a word

Ah yes. You haven't unpacked your suitcase, but your suitcase is stuffed full and my x-ray eyes are capable of penetrating that suitcase

My suitcase must be invisible

That's how it works.

(Pause)

I just made a misstatement

Of course

I said, --I haven't said a word. And then I did-- start speaking. So in retrospect

--See how confused you are?

(Pause)

Time wise?

That's not my way of looking at things

Time wise?

Don't believe everything you read

Well, for instance, the sun's down so it must be night

Ah, if you could locate a window, you'd have the basis for a possible argument

How come there's no window

That's not my way of understanding the world

(Pause)

How come there's no suitcase

I was using a verbal mechanism

Me too

No. You were, and are, being used by a verbal mechanism.

(Pause)

Ah, you think you can escape by not talking

No

You talked

Yes.

(1st exits)

Well, there may be no window, but there certainly is a door.

(Goes. Then 1 re-enters. Pause. Then 2 re-enters. Stops, looka around the room by turning in place)

This is how I understand the world. And I think my way of understanding the world takes prescidence

(pause, goes)

Not any longer

(Looking back in the room)

I forgot to tell you. There's a window in the next room

The sun is shining

(Goes)

As far as I'm concerned, that means it's daytime. Which is unimportant to me, because my life has been from the contraints of time passing.

(Pause)

That's what I tell myself-- though it's not a hundred per cent-- but I don't care whether or not anything is a hundred per cent, because nothing is.

(Pause)

What an adventure.

Theories release energies.

Let us: suppose, that consciousness is a way of lying about the world

Ah, what energy are we about to release.

Let's find out

You mean. lets let the world find out for us--

Yes, but is any of this possible if consciousness is a way of lying about the world?

We certainly don't want to abandon such a productive theory before it's had a chance to flower into a few rare and valuable exoticisms

We feel the need for exoticism?

Oh yes. At least I do

Because of a jaded pallet?

No. I'd rather say because of unceasing mental agility

OK> Consciousness is a way of lying about the world

Does that make the world a friend of consciousness?

I see-- it could be a method that insurfes privacy

Consciousness-

The world, of course, has to be postulated as desiring privacy

Doesn't everybody?

(Exit)

Well, I wonder what my consciousness is doing. It might be assumed that I know, but I don't really.

(Pause)

I don't know when it schedules other people to decide to leave the room, just as I don't know when it schedules me to take corrective action

(Pause. Re-enter)

You probably thought I was making an intellectial point, leaving when I did, but the fact of the matter is I had something to do

You didn't explain

No. I didn't

(Pause)

Are you lying?

No, I had to check something

What

Something

(Pause)
OK

It was a medical somethiong

OK

I'd like to keep it private

Somebody asked a question I couldn't answer

When

Please, open the same door

(Thinks)

You mean close it and then open it?

No. Keep it open

It's open

Now-- open it

(Pause, woman comes in opening)

W:

What's going on

Come in

(Pause)

Have a seat

(She does)

Nothing else is happening

This isn't a difference of opinion, this is-- what.

I don't know

I don't know

Then it is a difference of opinion after all

(Pause)

That's why we have nothing to say to each other

(3rd)

So be it

(Exit)

(She comes, sits, kisses)

That was a very powerful kiss

(She goes back)

Do we have a difference of opinion?

Don't ask-- and it won't happen

(Pause)

Is it ok if I shut the door?

(Done)

Did I answer?

No. I just took it upon myself

(She stands, he goes to kiss her)

--Not yet

When

(Pause)

Open the door.

(He does. She starts to exits, twirls embarassed)

This is hard to do

What

(Hangs in door, leans back into room)

This is one version

(Pops out of room)

Now-- I imagine it's up to me alone whether I open it or close it

(Closes, thinks. Opens)

Anybody there?

(Pause)

Well-- no answer, is not really an answer. Somebody could be there-- just not talking.

(Exit)

Are you one of those people who refuses to be at one with the world?

Is that an insult

You tell me

No. Not an insult, because the world isn't such that one should be at one with it

Ah. Is that an insult?

Are you the world?

I'm a little bit of it

Liar

Hum, that could be taken in two ways

At least two

Yes, but before 3-4-5 etc, two has to be dealt with

(Pause)

One has to proceed step by step

Oh no, I can jump right to seven hundred and sixty five

What made you jump to that number

I don't know

Here's a thought. You wanted to go backwards

I would say seven hundred and sixty five is a long leap forward. Except I see your point. 765 is 567 backwards

You must have had an unconscious motivation

To go backwards

Yes

(Pause)

I do have the feeling we're back where we started

Is that an insult

No

Should I be able to drag you forward into some desirable future

It could be undesirable

If it's the future, it's desirable

Even if one only wants to get there so one is able to go backwards?

Yes

This object you see, is revolving at the center of my particular universe.

I keep my back to it as much as possible. Is this fear? No. This is deep respect for reality

There is no atmosphere in space.

That is-- moods of light, cloud, mist-- different atmospheric conditions that create different ambiences. This does not exist in space into which man is now moving.

So: man arises perhaps, co-incidentially, with a certain kind of atriculation of light and water-- which are the building blocks of atmosphere. Also dust, I suppose, which is earth-- even fire, which creates smoke. The four classical elements. Man. But consciouss perhaps, is therefore a twin of atmosphereic. . .mood. Is this possible?

Is life supposed to keep me entertained?
(Pause)

Hello life? Do you have an obligation to entertain me?

Should I play the part of life?

That's the idea

OK. I don't think I have an obligation to be entertaining

Who exactly put me here-- shall we say-- in your particular catagory

What's my catagory

Everything living. That includes me

You're in my catagory

Yes

(Pause)

You don't find it entertaining

No

I appologize

At least I get an appology. But I don't get entertainment

Should I go

Would that heighten the entertainment quotient?

Probably not

Then why go

(Pause)

I better go

(Goes)

Now I'm alone. And in fact, it's more entertaining to be alone than to be frustrated. Thank you, life

(Pause)

Is it more entertaining to be alone than to be frustrated. Well, yes-- in that my mind feels freer. I don't feel constraints on my imagination.

I'm not in control

Is this a problem?

No

(Pause)

I was announcing an achievement

It's an internal contradiction

No. When I say I'm not in control, what I mean is something else has taken over. It's not that I myself have achieved not being in control-- it's that I welcome what something else has been able to do with this raw material. Me.

(Pause)

I too, wanted to be able to philosophize without letting thought have anything to do with it

Of course

I need to find a teacher

Why

I think the time is ripe

Oh please. Don't worry about it

Can you psyche out what I'm really talking about?

I don't know

That means no

No-- it just means my priorities are different

(Pause)

Life keeps changing direction on me

That's an internal contradiction

Well--- maybe

Change your priorities

(Pause. Other exit)

See?

I interpret that as a change in priorities. Also, I interpret that as me losing control, ergo--something external

(re-enter)

Don't mis-interpret my decision to go

I have no way of knowing

Well-- what I'm suggesting is-- feel just a little bit of the internal stasis I feel

OK

(other goes again)

No. I'll resist the temptation to say to myself-- now, where was I?

I can be amazed when I see the real world, circling around me

I can be amazed at so many things

But I choose one or two

I choose this table

I choose to be amazed at this table

It is amazing that this table exists

And it does

Look, how it's four legs fall from a certain height, to rest on the ground

I like this, I do like this

And the like is expressive-- it is intense enough to be called amazement

The world is going in one direction. I am going in another

I want to be what I am

I am not THIS

(pulls at flesh)

I have nothing to do with THIS

I am elsewhere-- something else

(Pause)

I want to be what I am

You sound very petulant

Do I?

Yes

Maybe I struck a deep responsive chord in somebody to whom I was speaking

That's very possible

(Pause)

Shall we permit ourselves to be in the library?

Oh, didn't I tell you? These books are no longer relevent

Ah, how delightful. Doesn't that make them even more appealing?

As relics?

No. As ways to defind our own idiosyncratic hunger

Ah, you return to bodily function after all. Remember when you said "I am not THIS" and plucked at your own flesh. Well, from whence arrises the possibility of hunger-- even if it is then-- spiritualized

You just gave me an idea

What

A new idea about hunger. As a catagory. Hunger is a ack. Is there anything that does not lack, since there is nothing that does not lack whatever is total, except the totality. So-- everything --lacks.

What does this table lack

Nothing

Then you're wrong

No. Hungry

I don't follow you

(Other)

He said he was hungry--

(Presents food)

Here.

This man who tries to be brief, but isn't brief enough. Me. Whenever I develope an idea, it changes. The impulse-- matures: which means everything else in the world, into which the impulse is planted by speech, corrupts it.

But this must happen.

This corruption.

The alternative is that nothing manifests; and to be here to discuss this obligation to manifest, and the purity of such self manifestation-- toward which we have an obligation thanks to an equally unavoidable rigor, to be lauched here in that very pure way that must necessarily fall corrupted by that very self same necessarily corrupted stuff --out of which the entire world is constituted.

(Pause)

Ah-ha. That means the task is, is it not, to realize oneself as the magnificent maneur producing mechanism one is. More and more-- which of course nourishes the production of even more and more-- pure impulse again and again which, through the rigor of this magnificent system, flowers so that transformation into maneur is once again, inevitable

(Pause)]

Ah, my poor children

I didn't know you had children

Everything that comes out--

(Taps head)

I think of that as my child

(Pause)

The world is beautiful, at times

If you're hungry for the world, the world is beautiful. If you're hungry for something else-- no.

I think I'm hungry for the world

Of course

(food brought)

Be my quest

Oh, I just ate a little while ago

Don't worry. A little time will pass-- you'll want more.

(Pause)

Maybe I'll just have a taste--

Wait a minute

What

Earn it

How

Entertain me. Just for a moment. Just a moment's worth of entertainment

I don't know how

OK>

That was it. That was entertaining. Now-- dig in if you like

(Other tastes, stops)

You don't like it

Somehow, you spoiled my appetite

Ah, that's no excuse-- remember hunger is something you should consider an OBLIGATION

Really?

Really. I mean, you have a choice-- perhaps you don't like this particular selection, so we'll see if we can come up with something different

(Food taken)

Please, don't make the effort on my behalf

You don't understand. I feel obligated. And when I feel obligated-- it's something I dare not evade. But in the meantime, we can get on with other things.

(Pause)

OK

OK?

Do you think it was unforseen-- this morsel of the future--

What morsel

This moment. This word in this moment

What word

(Pause)

Whatever comes next. Which isn't always a word, of course. Or, maybe it iws.

Time will tell.

The futiure will tell, yes.

No, maybe the past will tell.

Then the way you put it was right. Time will tell.

My hand seems to rise-- effortlessly. What I am lost inside of-- I do not know. Call it-- something extra. I am lost inside-- something extra

This is one of the hardest things to understand you have ever proposed

Yes. It keeps alluding me

If I raise my hand, is it effortless?

(Pause)

I can't really tell-- I did will it, but the moment of wiling it and the fact of it rising seem to have no connection

It's extra

(Pause)

Maybe that catagory should expand

Extra

Maybe everything could be in that catagory

Very well.

(Looks about)

Assume that wall--

Extra

Now-- are you just saying that? Or are you really trying to think that

I admit. It's effortless

So it's extra?

I can't answer

Ah, that IS extra. That not being able to answer-- don't be afraid. Just, feel it--

It's effortless

Not being able to answer

Effortless

Lifting the hand

Effortless

The wall

Effortless

Lost?

Yes

Extra?

Yes

Yes

(Laughs)

Yes.

I don't think my left hand is very efficient

(Pause)

Once I tried to write a letter with my left hand

Was it hard to read?

(Pause)

I never found out

You mean you never showed it to anybody else

Yes

What a shame

(pause)

Why don't you try writing something for me now

I don't know what to write

I suppose I could dictate something

Oh no, that wouldn't make any sense

Why not

It should be my own thoughts

I can see why

Can you?

You have something you want to express

Go on

Only your left hand can do that

Yes

Precisely because it's less efficient

I'm glad you remembered that word

No. I had to look it up

You mean inside

Yes

(Pause)

You had a memory of it

Yes

(Pause)

Now I'll try

(Writes with left hand. "You had a memory of it")

(Pause, looks)

It looks either illegible or greek

That's a very superficial response

Well, what you wrote is superficial

What did I write

"You had a memory of it". You just repeated your own words

Not on purpose

(Pause)

They were ringing in my head

An echo

Try it again

(Pause, writes "Tis is something but--")

This is strange. I was going to write "this is something more or less expected", but the laboriousness of the effort made it swerve into thinking that wasn't words, but I pulled back from that, so at a certain point I just wrote "But"-- followed by a dash, so the sentence reads "This is something but--".

(Pause, makes marks)

So. This is just-- marks

I didn't try to make any recognizable words. Is this the real me?

Oh yes. The real you can't be fathomed

(Pause)

That must be the awkwardness.

Yes.

Yes

ˆtrick myself into productivity. The flood gates open, just for a second

If it's just for a second are thry really open?

What comes out

You tell me-- what comes out

The moment is so brief I'm not allowed to occasion of recognition

You mean it's as if things didn't exist

What things

(Pause)

Well, your ideas, your dreams, your fantasies--

I don't think you have an accurate catagorization

What do I have

You tell me

N0-- you tell ME

You have everything wrong

How high;ly productive of me

In a was it's unavoidable

But invisible

Yes. Most things that are unavoidable are invisible

How convenient-- that's number one, and how-- well, I was about to say dishonest but that can't be number two

There's nothing dishonest about it

I'm not sure

You tell me

What

(Pause)

How do you get to be 'sure' about some things and not so sure about other things

I wait to see how it comes out

You wait for the flood gates toopen

Yes

Just for a second

Yes

Ah, it just happened

I missed it

That has to mean, it really happened

You tell me

No, you tell me

(Pause)

OK. It really happened

(Exit)

This ocean in which I am found-- does not mean I am under water

(Pause)

I'm under orders

That could be the same thing

(Pause, looks)

It's my special way of saying-- I don't see you

How selfish

Oh no, I do care, I just don't see you, and therefore I think about you all the time

(Pause)

I'm afraid I can't breathe under water

You don't have to

Right. I'll be dead soon enough, no matter what

Are you now?

No

See? I can't tell

Is that why you care so much?

Yes. Exactly

Prove it. Or at least-- demonstrate it

I'll do that at the next available opportuinity. I promise

(Exit)

(Notice how form "this jumping into, echo's page one)

This jumping into new ideas-- turns out to be predictable

What adventure superceeded it

Adventure?

(Pause)

Is this the very end of the adventurous epoch

We'll have to do some further exploration

I hope not

Ah-- there's you adventure

I hope not?

Yes

(Pause)

I hope

Yes

I wonder if another word could be provoked. A different word

Different than "yes"

Yes

I doubt it

If I were the right species, I could perhaps jump over myself

Ah-- you are in line for a promotion

Promotion? I don't think so

What's your line of work

Officially?

Yes

I don't want to share that with you

Why not

Fear it might interfere with self devolpment

This is especialy designed to provoke me

See? My species has been identified

Zebra

No

Hyena?

Not at all

Kangeroo

Just because a ka