Talking of change, I was looking at an unpublished play of mine recently, one which examines the problems of indifference. It seems to stand-up well given the length of time it was written (over 20 years ago).
Here is the start of it:
R U N R I G
The set is a horizon. The actors are really representing wavelengths.
1st enters centre stage. Walks from figure to figure. There is a bishop, actress, an admiral and a prostitute. These figures are unable to see him. Some are walking. Sometimes they make inaudible sounds. The figures bare affinities of lunatics.
1st These people! Quite a collection: admiral, bishop. They must have noticed me. No reaction. What is this place?
(He walks around, approaching several of the figures. He touches the actress's face. She walks on without reacting to this contact).
Are they zombies? I can't figure this out. I don't feel anything. My clothes are still the same but they have a peculiar appearance, almost plastic.
(He takes from his pocket a pack of cigarettes and starts to light one. As he does so another figure enters having the appearance of a builder. 1st approaches).
I suppose he's like the others - a zombie.
(The figure looks round sternly towards 1st).
He looked. Are you able to hear me? What goes on here?
(The figure still looks but doesn't reply. 1st approaches him).
1st Can you hear me? Why won't you speak?
2nd I understand you . (His tone is slow and solemn).
1st Thank God, I've someone to speak to.
2nd I can see no good in our conversing.
1st So I'm to be stuck here without anyone to talk to.
2nd There can be no useful purpose in our talking between ourselves. We have other occupations.
1st What occupations? You all seem to be in a drug stupor.
2nd I don't understand. Don't you know your purpose?
1st Purpose! Do you mean there is a purpose and these people have it?
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