Tourist Theater

Tourist Theater

Rehearsal: 6:00

Performance: 8:00 Tuesday Feb 16, Dark Lab

Materials

Here is Aaron's text, an excerpt from limbo fare. I've put in breaks after each sentence. Feel free to add material in between, or break up further if necessary.

one of the fluorescent lights in the strips above buzzes, flickering dozens of times a second, fast enough that the flicker is only visible from the corner of an eye.

arthur adams, thirty-nine, sits underneath the flickering light (nine rows back on the right) and the flicker and the buzzing are a constant and intolerable annoyance.

he closes his eyes but the flicker patters against his eyelids and he still sees it.

he tries to hum or think of music but the buzzing cannot be tuned out; it is an electric mosquito that cannot be swatted, will never move on to a new victim, needs no rest, and will never even land to feed, only hovering eternally three feet above, buzzing at the same frequency and flickering with the same patterns forever.

arthur tries to think of other things but can no longer even remember what those might be: the flickering light and the buzz and his hatred for them have taken over every neuron in his brain, memories and faces and skills and opinions withering away as dendrites snap in twos and threes, the brain rewiring itself year by year to think only of the buzzing and the flicker and his hatred, even the weariness and annoyance they once provoked now molten and merged with the hate of his sole remaining thought.

arthur has waited for the bus to leave for forty-six years but no longer remembers that either.

Meredith Here.
Some associations.
Thinking of traveling to distant places and also of being stuck:

Thinking with care for the people of Haiti:

And some raw exploration through the thicket
(which isn't compressed very well):

here is a clip with some of Aaron's text in it. from Dustin R.