STAGE DIRECTION Lower a scrim with the compound word "no-win" printed in large letters. Behind it two men locked in a classic wrestling hold can be briefly perceived. Light fades before voice recommences.


my cuadrilla

my cuban heel

a cup-of-tea, a cup-of-tea

more at sensibility

Of course it's different once you get to know him

Why reminisce in words when they only call up blank walls?