Speaker five: (eyes closed in the sun, bundled under sweaters and scarves)
It is invigorating to walk barefoot in the snow, entering the darkness of the night on streets familiar but too dark to see. To be lead by the slight reflections of street lights, avoiding weak ice and deep snow. A cold suctions to the soles of my feet. I imagine myself a night phantom, walking through still alleys, there is no sound but the faint disturbance of motors. Car ruts become hollow caverns. Deep and black. The air is warmer than it used to be, and I am unseen as I like.
(Speaker three walks by yelling)
Speaker three:
HOGWASH!
Speaker five:
Indecent
Speaker three:
I WALK TO BE SEEN! I DANCE IN PUBLIC CONTORTED AND POSSESSED.
Why do anything but, crazed street walker, a freak without shoes, I'm all for the individual but there comes a time when you want to scream. Yawlp like a barbarian! Guffaw! Use your voice as intended! What are these words but indicators hiding truth!
Speaker two: (crawls out of box near speaker five, to speaker three)
I fantasize about your moans, your subconscious sexual phonemics. What will make your leg shake and your mouth pant? Perhaps if I stroke your nose?
Speaker three: (Amused)
TAKE OFF YOUR PANTS BRUTE! PAT MY HEAD!
Speaker five: (As if alone)
The personal self is not intended to be viewed as a freak show carnival.
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