A writer's note
He wrote a play called "Farewell," but in all of
its 110 pages, there was no mention of
the word "Farewell."
...
And so, this play is the farewell.
Farewell to a way of seeing the world.
Farewell to a cast of characters so as to make room for the new.
Farewell to Oscar;
Farewell to the predicament;
And farewell to tricks of mind and slights* of pride.
*sleights (the phrase is "sleights of pride")
From the text of Farewell...
⚫"Oscar stumbles into a speech. Niall, entranced and heavily turned-on, advances to the bed. Niall ritualistically makes contact with Oscar. He starts with a hand up Oscar's shirt. A faint "Sh...Sh..." escapes between sloberring kisses.
OSCAR: Staring at the ceiling through black fuzzy particles--I wish the ceiling would disappear without closing my eyes--so the fuzziness extends as far as my eyes can reach--if my gaze could turn to black--why--that's where my soulmate lives--("Sh...sh...")--in that vacuous dimension--he calls to me... he signals--fuzz--fuzz--but my eyes cannot go there--I cannot go there!--("Sh...sh...")--there--beyond what touches--beyond the massages and the pools of saliva puddling on my neck and the palms scouring my skin and the chill devouring my spine and making my muscles seize because they don't wanna be sinew anymore--("Sh...sh...")--they want to be ethereal matter--floating through electromagnetic air--undetectable by the eye--except for maybe a brief anomaly when the lights are off--and I stretch through to that other dimension called Earth--leaving a trail of static behind for those to wonder--what call they have left unanswered.
NIALL: Shh...
Niall closes Oscar's mouth with his own.
End of scene.
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