[He walks in a half circle around her— and this is becomes clear that he's just entering the stage. He walks up behind her, his dress shoe heels clicking against the wood. He stops and then gets down slowly, his actions reflecting his various aches and pains as he sits next to her.]
...I, too, wish it hadn't ended thus.
[He folds his bare hands together as his feet dangle over the stage. He gazes at them.]
Let us pretend for a moment that we are not prisoners of absurdity. What if there is a purpose for us to be here, meeting on these terms? What should we make of that?
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Date: 2020-05-07 07:44 pm (UTC)...I, too, wish it hadn't ended thus.
[He folds his bare hands together as his feet dangle over the stage. He gazes at them.]
Let us pretend for a moment that we are not prisoners of absurdity. What if there is a purpose for us to be here, meeting on these terms? What should we make of that?