i have a question...

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

tv is a drug

(a bright spotlight on 1 speaker. loud commercial noise. 1 looks like he hasn’t slept in days but cannot close his eyes. he is paralyzed. rambling. desperate.)

1: i think i have a problem. sometimes i can’t eat. i can’t sleep. i obsess about it. it calls to me in the middle of the night. i wake up in a cold sweat, itching for it. i can’t focus. i need to concentrate on more important things.
there are so many more important things. i can’t remember what any of them are right now, but i know this isn’t life.
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i’m addicted.
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i’m asking for help here.
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i need to get my life back on track.
are you even listening to me?!
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i said i need help!
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is anyone there? are you listening? i can’t get away from it.i can’t escape.i can’t think of anything else.my thoughts are scattered.
iforgetwhereiamsometimes. sometimesican’tremembermynameorwhereilive. ineverknowwhattimeitis. ican’trememberthelasttimeislept. isaidineedhelp. someonehelptellmewhatishouldbedoingpleasei’mbeggingyouturnitoffturnitoffturnitoff!
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I DON’T KNOW WHAT I'M SUPPOSED TO DO ANYMORE!
(silence. blackout.)

(lights return. a huge book is thrown at 1 from offstage and knocks him out cold. blackout.)

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