there's a [great unpainted][random] highway and a muzzle of bees

[burnunit]

gimmel. high priestess reversed. environmental state. you as others see you. ignorant. actions with others. short sighted. moon. superficial.
then follows an extended scene. from the in-progress

He

No. That's not what I have in mind.

Woman

Where are you now?

Face

Something that will make me-

He

What I have in mind is something that will make me-

Face (in unison)

-available.

He

-tumble.

Face

to another world.

He

into another world.

Woman

I can't imagine what that could be.

Face

Nor can I.

Man

Something that will make me tumble into another world.

(a pause. some movement. tears.)

Man

You realize, I don't have to be anything- but a hole in space. That's my only responsibility. I have two choices. Either I'm a mirror, or a hole. If I'm a mirror

(HE moves his mouth through these next, though FACE speaks)

Face

I reflect back to people something they can name or recognize

Woman

I'm a mirror.

Face

or have an opinion about.

Woman

I'm a mirror for their expectations.

Face

But if I by-pass all their expectations, even the expectations of the un-expected, then

Man

I'm a void, a hole in their experience. I'm something real instead of a mirror. Get it?

Woman

a hole is real.

Man

IF it's bottomless,

Face

You could say,

Man

it's real. If it's not, it's a mirror.

Woman

I'd rather be real.

Man

I don't want to be a mirror, thank you! Don't go yet.

Woman

Do you ever feel like a kid or-- or innocent somehow? LIke there's nothing in the dark that can hurt you or anyone else? Do you feel like there's nothing frightening about water rushing over rocks, or cars rounding corners?

Man

Yes

(a grand pause, a real fermata)

Woman

Tonight, I feel like there is nothing special in the air.

Man

Wait wait. Rewind.

(she glances at him furtively)

Woman

Do you feel like there's nothing frightening about water rushing over rocks, or cars rounding corners?

Man

What do these contain?

Woman

I like that. Contain. Words. Vessels. Water runs over rocks and you can drown in it, with one quick blow to the head

(gestures, a demonstration, sharp and sudden)

Woman

Cars round corners and their drivers might be out- looking. For whatever. A passenger. A prostitute. And you can drown in that looking, with one quick blow to the head.

Man

Prostitutes?

Woman

(nodding) And some nights these fears seem far away. Some nights there are fireflies instead.

Face

A thing of beauty, which no man regrets.

Man

Um. It is not me whom I trust. It is not another. An other. Different me. whom I trust.

Woman

So are you datin'?

Man

(distractedly) Yes. NO.

(another pause)

Face

IT is not me whom I trust. It is not another. Only something that drifts.

Man

Yes.

Woman

Well. So pretending otherwise- is an effect. Or not an effect. That's why I'm self-asking. (pause) You have no response.

Man

There is no certainty that there's even an "I" there- a "me" there to trust or distrust. Only something that drifts. A body in motion, which being moved, implicates a mover. And this mover, so implicated, stops-- and none too gently-- to point wordlessly at an other. The pointed-to-one unfurls its... nature. Perhaps in this unfurling an I is revealed, yes.

Face

Ah! T'accuse!

Man

I am accused, by that bloody mover in this maneuvers to shift the blame of being- to someone else.

(a great explosion is heard)

Woman

Hm. Now they're shelling us!

Face

The prostitute's bed became a level shelf for stacking the dead.

Man

I think there will be a scene.

Woman

I can't! I can't bear it! There's a sound just inside my ears. It's like a plastic cable, rubbing against a plastic earphone, and no buffers to smooth it. The audience can hear this sound now, building behind the music and people. It's at odds to the rhythm, a plastic croaking.

Man

The moment is coming and we will touch. We will converse and perhaps there will be laughter or you will strike me.

Woman

Yess...

(she draws this out, then a pause)
Another night outside of eden.