I’m leaving tomorrow. For the residency in Berlin. I came to say goodbye.
The stage is filled with the rhythmic, polyphonic ticking of dozens of clocks. ELIAS sits at a workbench, a jeweler’s loupe pressed to his eye. He is working on a delicate gold pocket watch. CLARA stands by the door, holding a messenger bag. 7.2 210 Drama
(Slamming a small screwdriver onto the bench)Repetition is precision! You think your "art" is better because it’s messy? This watch belonged to a man who crossed the Atlantic. It kept his pulse when everything else was sinking. I’m leaving tomorrow
I’m not going there to fix gears. I’m going to paint. I’m going to move. Everything in this room just... repeats. 7.2 210 Drama