Somehow all Productions begin with ME awkwardly sitting at the breakfast table of some semi-stranger, drinking coffee, in a hot steam of absurdity.
The residents nod politely as they sit down at the table.
They eat müsli and drink tea.
They water their potted plants.
They exchange pleasantries.
They inform me of the latest exhibitions at Galleries I've never heard of.
I've been up for hours.
Good Night.
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