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The characters are the man and the mind. They are one in the same (both played by the same person and both spoken out loud). The man is battling with everything and nothing. The mind is his opponent … of sorts.







Man: A cell. A cell. A jail cell for a cell. Am I even a cell? Am I worth that much – is any person worth that much? I’m nearly nonexistent, if even that. But they are worth the universe and more to me… Would they miss me if I was gone? Why do I have to love them?



Mind: Would you listen to yourself! You make me gag, sickening worm. That’s exactly what you are, a worm, just waiting to be stepped on. Begging to be stepped on! And you know what? I am stepping on you! All you do is sit about and complain. Complain, complain, complain. You have it all! Everyone loves you! You’ve had a great life! Treated like a king! You aren’t being spat upon by everyone. You aren’t huddled in some muggy, stained alleyway, living off of human waste! You are just a spoiled-little-brat.



Man: No! You don’t understand! I know I’ve had a great life. I know people care about me. I know I’m not suffering, and I never have suffered… outside of myself… And I never said I’ve had a bad life!



Mind: Shut it! You’re making this all up. All you ever do is create imaginary things to be sad about, just so you can make others have pity for you.



Man: You’re insane! You know that’s not true! You’re sick! Evil! You’ve plagued me ever since the water broke! I know I have infinitely more to be happy about than most. But I just can’t stop it – it won’t go away. That is what makes me sad. It’s nothing more than an apparition. No, not even an apparition; an apparition is more tangible than this sadness. I wish to God it would leave me, but it never will. Love, location, loneliness. It always disguises itself as one thing or another. I know for a fact that there’ve been multiple instances where those ‘somethings’ are real, but it’s magnified by that invisible, phantom loneliness. Always … always.



Mind: Will you shut up! You’re just using me! You baby!



Man: But – but you said I could talk to you… about anything. Who else am I supposed to talk to! You said you’d be there for me! I’m just—



Mind: Quiet! You’re making everything up! God? Is that what you want me to call you? You’re no god! You’re nothing but a cancer!



Man: No! No! Please, I beg you! Please! Just leave me alone! Go away!



Mind: Go away? How! Just how are you going to get rid of me? I’m always here, and I always will be.



Man: Leave…leave…leave…



Mind: What do you plan to do? Kill yourself? Just to get rid of me? You seem so enamored with death, why don’t you just embrace it?



Man: No… I’m not going to kill myself. I just have to leave you.



Mind: I already told you, you can’t be rid of me.



Man: You’re wrong. You’re wrong. …I just have to leave this place. It may not be Hell, but it’s definitely a cell. This mangled wasteland… I don’t belong here. And ‘here’ doesn’t belong with me. Me living here -- it’s like trying to make same polarized magnets stick together.



Mind: And what if the rest of the world turns out to be the same ‘mangled wasteland’?



Man: It’s not; I’ve traveled. And you know that. There’s other places for me. Places that I will love. Places that will love me in return. Places that have paper with only one face to read and write upon.



Mind: And what if I follow you?



Man: Then I’ll just keep running…