(no subject)

[phthalombrage]

setting:
there are some people on the stage, but the guy in the booth doesn't know how to turn on the lights.

monologue:
Przepraszam.

I feel like an ocarina or a juice box.
Small and hollow and punched with holes.
Not empty. If I were empty, I'd collapse.
Full of hot air.

That is all.

aside:(You've given up on me by now, haven't you?
I suppose it's for the best.)

exeunt omnes.