Musings

AT RISE:

The AUTHOR sits on a see-saw. There is a beat before the speaking commences.

AUTHOR:
Here's a question. Was this play depressing before I started talking? The imagery evocative of being alone? Or was it hopeful, as if I were waiting for someone? Funny, because of the somewhat unexpected starting image? Maybe you were comepletly unfazed, and thought it was trite, or even satisfied because you were convinced that I was actually participating in an activity with an imaginary being from beyond the stars. Though what beyond the stars implies, I have no idea. More stars? Right about now you're probably annoyed that I've been babbling on in this mildly pretentious way, and wish that you could go back to the first impression, whatever that was for you. Unless you just really enjoy hearing people talk. Well, read people talk for those of you out there on the ol' interwebs. Anyway, that's all I have to say about that. Later.

The lights starts to fade.

AUTHOR:
Oh, and in case you were wondering, it's the invisible being from beyond the stars one.

INVISIBLE BEING FROM BEYOND THE STARS:
Drive safe!

BLACKOUT. END PLAY.