Fucking look! At yourself!
The theatre has burned down. Its rubble and debris removed.
The only thing that gave your stage meaning or purpose - the theatre that surrounded it - has gone. No stalls, no wings.
Its ceiling, an open sky.
Do you understand?
No, of course you don't understand. You have no fucking conception of anything.
Where are you?
Don't say I'm on the stage.
For Christ's sake, the whole damn world knows you're on the fucking stage and you're the only fucking actor on it.
So where, precisely, are you?
Under alien skies.