UBEITY

A play about the whereness of thinking. A cast of one and many people.

Ubeity
Written by Sean Dance Fannin

Everything here is open to interpretation, follow your gut.
One person on a roof. Anyone else in other places, together.
The person alone is no less alone than the people together are together.
SPEAK and SEE occur simultaneously, but not congruently.

SPEAK

I haven't thought of it in a long time. I thought, maybe, I had let it go. Thinking never works out really, does it? Nothing in your head goes out your fingertips unless you do something to make it so.

I woke up in the sky. Or on the roof. The roof of a tall building. Remarkable blue. I have no idea how I got here, not even how long since I came to. That feels ok for a moment.

I remember my name first but I pretend like I don't. I got lost in the thought that I might be able to forget who I am for a few more minutes. It's close enough to remember so I hold onto it. Close my mind for the first time in god knows how long. Now everything is purple.

How did I get here? How did I get here?

I want to smoke a cigarette even though I hate the way it makes me feel and I never want to move again. I want to melt.

What city am I in?

I fell asleep on a bus in a rural county two days ago. I think I ignored the signs on purpose. We could be in Chicago I think. Or Milwaukee. I've never been anywhere so I don't know the difference.

What's the matter in distance?

Like if I was anywhere I would feel the way I do. Be thinking about what I am. I remember everything. Now I need a cigarette.

My wallet is empty.

I don't have a wallet but you know what I mean.

I used to have a dog.

I used to have a God.

When He as my witness never showed up I couldn't find the wrong side of right. Not to mention how late I stayed up last night.

I'm laying on broken glass. My blood is dried to my shirt so I can peel it.

Somebody just painted "I LOVE LIFE" across the sky. Little powder plane.

What have I done? What have I done?

Not knowing where I am mutes a lot of other questions in my head. My anxiety can only go so high, so I just stick with the one. I can't really process anything else until I figure that one out. Maybe in the mean time I'll drink something else.

At least the sky is clear. I can live there. I can't see the sun either. It might be about to go down.

I only have a couple cigarettes left.

I owe a lot of thoughts to the debt in my chest.

I don't have time. I don't have time. I don't. I don't have time.

I think I'll run today.

I wonder how I'll get off this roof.

SEE

I'm looking for a map and can't find it. 

I bought my son cigarettes and can't find him.

My hands are not where I left them and I am frightened. 

It is so lonely next to you. Colder too. 

I pass through a wall falling down. I get helped up.

I've been to the grocery store and brought back groceries.

I'm getting ready for dinner.

I need help with my socks.

My hands are always in new places.

I made food. I'm putting out food.

I'm lost.

I help up. 

I can't lock up my bicycle. 

I've lost all my sleep cycles. 

My bed is made for when I finish dinner.

My throwing arm is no good.

I like eating dinner. 

I like eating dinner.

I like eating dinner.

So on until...

It was all worth it.

I don't think so. 

I will always be here.

I don't really live here.

End of play.