I Felt Dull And Flat And Full

I Didn’t Want Any Flowers, I Only Wanted To Lie With My Hands Turned Up And Be Utterly Empty. How Free It Is, You Have No Idea How Free.

Character Is Fate.

The Sky Leans On Me, Me, The One Upright Among All Horizontals.

The More Hopeless You Were, The Further Away They Hid You.

The Only Reason I Remembered This Play Was Because It Had A Mad Person In It, And Everything I Had Ever Read About Mad People Stuck In My Mind, While Everything Else Flew Out.