Dream

June 05, 2007 10:31 PM EDT

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Spotlight. Man Ray sits in a black chair, stage left, on a gray stage. I lie, stage right, unconscious, thinking of my death. I slowly die. "Woe to me." I think. He stands up, brushes the gray dust from his black suit and walks infront of my body. He pulls a dagger from his left coat pocket and stabs my stomach. Red, hot organs spill onto the black floor. I cry. So much blood flows out, so much pain comes over me. So much more to me. I die. He takes a handkerchief, wipes off the handkerchief, and exits behind the curtain. I remain. The spotlight fades.