It is, of course, a question about identity and identifying. Who am I? Who are you? I am not what I seem. You can, or maybe you even should, identify me as an actor, but I have to be honest with myself at all times. I am only an orator. No, I am not even a writer in disguise…

the crystal ball above his head
was a means of producing light
illuminating the kitchen's sodden drudgery
his hand sliding easy over a liver

here you are in Araquipa
collecting your mail
staying in a Bed and Breakfast
run by a cranky old Englishwoman