The cat has curled up in a ball.  Obviously Mylar didn’t start the record from the beginning because after a silence falls on the stage both Mylar and Electra frozen in poses the audience can hear the crackle and rhythmic etched white noise of the needle going around the end of the track.  They both hold the pose like they can’t stop looking at something.  Electra is focused on the cat.  Mylar is watching the audience through the mirror.

Mylar sits at the foot of the bed his back to Electra and strokes the cat.  She stretches to a surprising length her paws splayed.  The silence continues.  A comfortable silence so still that now the cat’s purr can be heard from the stage.  The touch can’t be translated what Mylar feels under his hand as he strokes the cat’s fur only sight and sound lifted to inference gives the other senses their relation to something personal how fingers and breath feel on your skin smells summoning ancient memories and whether or not this leaves a bad taste in your mouth.

ELECTRA:

It’s just knowledge is all. We create something to do.  It doesn’t have to be done but we think it does so when we do nothing we know when to stop because no matter what we have to animate time.

MYLAR:

I need to iron my uniform.

Now you see his shoes by the bed.  The polish and cloth lay in a pile beside them.  Mylar picks up a shoe and begins to apply the polish.  You can’t smell the fumes.

ELECTRA:

Aren’t you going to shave and shower?

MYLAR:

Don’t forget I shit first…  No, you done messed that up all now.

He sneezes.  He pauses from the circles he`s making on his shoe to hold the cloth up to his nose and mouth.  The moment passes.  Then he starts polishing again. The cat is chewing on Electra’s finger.

MYLAR:

Uh…  I feel nauseous.

ELECTRA:

You mean you feel nauseated.

MYLAR:

Well for a moment there I did.  Funny isn’t it how you need your before and after but you feel like you’re gonna puke in between.

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