One small dagger will stab the night. This is not light. I still can’t see you.
Ssssssstab. Ssstill can’t. Ssstill.
[Looks out toward the man working sound mixing board, shields his eyes from the sun and points at the speakers on the left of the stage, indicating that they may not be working.]
Still still still. Dagger dagger dagger.
[Suddenly seems to like what he’s hearing.]
Stab. Stab. Whose sister is Suzanne, as she is suicidal.
[Moves to the other side of the stage and begins again.]
[A woman eating lunch in the park gives him the “okay” sign and he nods.]