The stage is filled with the rhythmic, polyphonic ticking of dozens of clocks. ELIAS sits at a workbench, a jeweler’s loupe pressed to his eye. He is working on a delicate gold pocket watch. CLARA stands by the door, holding a messenger bag.
(Slamming a small screwdriver onto the bench)Repetition is precision! You think your "art" is better because it’s messy? This watch belonged to a man who crossed the Atlantic. It kept his pulse when everything else was sinking. 7.2 210 Drama
I’m not going there to fix gears. I’m going to paint. I’m going to move. Everything in this room just... repeats. The stage is filled with the rhythmic, polyphonic
I’m leaving tomorrow. For the residency in Berlin. I came to say goodbye. 7.2 210 Drama