The audience comes and goes. The performer on the little round stage is sometimes there. There is just one spot-light and it is focused on his mind. All else in the little theatre is in the greyness of shadow.
There is no announcement anywhere about when the performer will be on the little round stage. The audience just comes by to find out if it is so.
The performer delivers his stream of consciousness and the people sometimes applaud and sometimes yawn. He takes some breaks and disappears from the little round stage and nobody knows where he goes.
There is no ticket box at the front door of the tiny theatre and no bowl for donations.
Nobody knows when the show began nor when it will end.
The little theatre perhaps has always been there and always will.
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