The Guy.
Empty space.
The Guy has nothing to say. He’s been sitting at the computer for over an hour and hasn’t come up with a single thing to write about.
He was sort of freaked out about it at first, because aren’t you supposed to have something to say if you’re arrogant enough to write a play a day about your life and blog it?
But here he is. A man who’s not speaking alone on a blank stage.
But there’s something about a blank stage being occupied by a man who’s not speaking that feels… right.
And The Guy thinks, “Maybe today is just a celebration of the blank page. The clean slate. The white nothing in which anything can happen.
“Maybe today is the day that clears the page for something wonderful tomorrow.”
…
Or maybe he just can’t think of anything to say.
Either way, here he is. On a blank stage. Not speaking.
And he stands here for a while, taking it all in, feeling perfectly at home in the blank.
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everyone has these days...some more frequent than others. definitely better than just a script on stage thought. lol.
I can imagine a two hour play by some asshole postmodern playwright in New York in which a guy sits in a chair for two hours. I also imagine Andy Kaufman pulling this in one of his shows, right after he puts a bowl of jello on the stool and leaves, or reads Great Gatsby with a british accent.
it's in those comfortable silences that the best communication is possible!
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