In the garden of enunciation an explosion shatters daddy’s house. Tantamount to a surrender, deafening cries, glass debris accumulate around what is left of the paternal store, other substitutes. Many are said to have seen the thing itself, summoned from the night like a spectral evidence, speak in a stage whisper. Lights, inseparable from representation, dim and jam the view. At curtain rise,
... [Show full abstract] faintly rouged and nude he reads from a text.