Window

2.43pm

Tim stands silhouetted by the window. The window is a cross. Christ. Standing on a bucket in Abu Graib or Guantanamo Bay. Mole moves the white board behind him to make him disappear. Then moves it offstage. Like a man in brown overalls. He looks like something out of Morecambe and Wise. Tim describes a limbo space somewhere between real life and theatre, onstage and offstage, light and dark, arrival and departure. He holds out his hands like Abu Graib or Guantanomo Bay and shuffles off to the side. Mole says now come back as a dying swan. Tim is a dying swan. He looks like something out of Morecambe and Wise. He takes a ladder outside and climbs the hill we can see through the window. He stands on the hill. He looks like Christ on the cross at Calvary. Then he gets off the ladder and walks back. Like a man in brown overalls. From Morecambe and Wise to Abu Graib to Christ to Morecambe and Wise again.