Hades monologue — SAM BOOTH

Hades monologue

What a difference a night makes!

When I'm alone -

Without her -

I see things differently.

Everything seems different -

Wrong somehow -

Unreal -

Like a stage set -

Fake!

I observe the shifting patterns of light -

Scrutinise the shadows that come and go…

But, for me, nothing flows.

Nothing…

Flows!

I run about the city at breakneck speed,

But I never seem to get anywhere.

I'm rooted to the spot.

My eyes - my eyes are like the sun;

Whatever they see gets scorched -

Burned up, dried up, hollowed out, broken down.

I'm like a troglodyte watching a shadow show on the wall of a cave!

Or a prisoner in a cell -

Blacked out windows -

Solitary confinement.

I used to be a picture in a storybook,

But then I escaped,

And came here to the city,

Where I became a camera

Capturing for posterity

The pantomimes that play out around me.

World without end.

My only future a repetition of the past -

A reflection -

A re-presentation?

You understand?

Not the real thing.

Do you understand?

That's good that you understand.

Anyway,

She's back now.

She's home!

And this is real -

And this is real -

And all manner of thing shall be real!