Written and Performed by

Joseph Pleass, Jack Waghorn, Luke Rideout, Malena Arcucci

#Beginning

Night overtook them on a muddy road. The world melting down about a raw core of possible entities. The names of things slowly following those things into oblivion. Colours. The names of birds. Things to eat. Finally the names of things one believed to be true. More fragile than they would have thought. How much was gone already? The sacred idiom shorn of its referents and so of its reality. Drawing down like something trying to preserve heat. In time to wink out forever.

#Middle
The crash of objects set the wet ground shuddering and it told itself it would stop and soon it did. The dull bedlam dying in the distance. It steadied itself and tried to hear about it. It lay listening. There was a moon somewhere beyond the ashen overcast where you could just make out the trees.
Can you do it? When the time comes? When the time comes there will be no time. Now is the time. Curse God and die. Is there such a being within you of which you know nothing?

#End
Can you do it?? When the time comes there will be no time. Now is the time. Curse God and die. Is there such a being within you of which you know nothing?

#Performance

if (outsideNoise) { protectSelfFrom(outsideNoise.source);

} else {
 killSelf();

if (killingSelf){
 for arms as arm {

if (arm != killingSelf) preventSuicide(); }

}