The Play

I am the only actor. It is difficult for one woman to act out a whole play. The play is my life, my solo act. My running after the hands and never catching up. (The hands are out of sight - that is, offstage.) All I am doing onstage is running, running to keep up, but never making it. Suddenly I stop running. (This moves the plot along a bit.) I give speeches, hundreds, all prayers, all soliloquies. I say absurd things like: egss must not quarrel with stones or, keep your broken arm inside your sleeve or, I am standing upright but my shadow is crooked. And such and such. Many boos. Many boos. Despite that I go on to the last lines: To be without God is to be a snake who wants to swallow an elephant. The curtain falls. The audience rushes out. It was a bad performance. That’s because I’m the only actor and there are few humans whose lives will make an interesting play. Don’t you agree? Anonymous submission.