Drama

Issue #6

Art

Director: There is this idea of you I have which isn’t real. I hold you, suspended in time simply because it is easier and sustaining.



Actor: I am not just sustenance.

 


Director: It’s a suspension of myself too.



Actor: Does that make it better on some way? I have become fantasy alone.

 


Director: In moments of continual boredom I draw out this image of your face and hold it in front of my own barring out reality; which I find I do not share with you now. The imprints of your features are superimposed over mine and I am lost too.

 


Actor: You place my face there. I am only here as you took what was mine, and now I don’t know who to be.

 


Director: I create enough dreary humanity on my own so you only add to what is within me already. Today I feel the weight of your face. Perhaps I am not, cannot have shape without it.

 


Actor: Take whatever shape you want I barely listen.



Director: I don’t believe your face is necessary…no, it drags at my own, scraping the skin from my scalp and down. The features melt or appear to at least. So, I cannot have form with you but nor do I have it without.

 


Actor: I don’t care. You know that I do not care. My form is artificial at the best of times though you can have it if you need it, but take form only not personality…. Not…

 


Director: I shall not forget your love of spectacle, I shall drag your corpse through the streets like a security blanket. People who are gone are easy to idolise and this is how it should be.

 


Actor: You fantasise of another man.

 


Director: He is better then you.

 


Actor: Fine. But you do not have permission to use my face for someone else…

 


Director: Someone better. I have so much more use for symbols then I do people. Some days they all feel like walking wounded.

 


Actor: I have nothing more to give you. You take my identity simply because you don’t like your own

 


Director: Yes, but I create perfection from you.

Ellie Rodda