Being Forgotten

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Protagonist: Who are you? Narrator: (blinks at him in an amused manner) Isn’t it polite to give your own name when asking someone theirs? Protagonist: I know who I am. I am me. Who are you? Narrator: Me, myself, and I. This is my fantasy after all. Protagonist: Well, that is fascinating. (approaches helpfully) Are you lost? Would you like me to get someone to help? Narrator: No, no, no. I’m quite fine, but you, on the other hand, look oddly familiar. Protagonist: Really? Have we met before? Narrator: (recognition) Of course we have, you are the other me! Protagonist: The other you? Are you schizophrenic? Narrator: No. I always knew that I had a sense of humor. I … we have been diagnosed with (clears throat) agenesis of the corpus callosum! Protagonist: Uh, huh. Narrator: What it means is that during the car accident, the part of the brain that connects the two hemispheres was damaged. Afterwards, I wasn’t the same… it always felt as if a part of me was missing. Which it was! You, me, meeting like this! Protagonist: So, you’re saying that we are two different sides of the same person. Riiiiiight. Narrator: No, I can prove it to you. Protagonist: (aside) This should be worth listening to… Alright. And how do you plan to do that? Narrator: Up until the accident, we were the same person, so we should have the same memories. Protagonist: So, you are going to tell me something that only I would know? Narrator: Exactly. (prolonged silence) Protagonist: Well? Narrator: Here? Protagonist: Do you see anyone else listening? Just say it. Narrator: (thinks a moment) Remember the summer of 97? The Canadian bar where you thought it would be clever to… Protagonist: (cuts him off) That’s enough. (looks troubled, thinks) But ... ... middle of paper ... ...0%) Protagonist: I am trapped; no matter what I say or do, it will simply… Psychiatrist: 9 (lights dim to 80%) Protagonist: vanish. (silence) Psychiatrist: 8 (lights dim to 70%) Protagonist: Will you at least, try to remember me? Psychiatrist: 7 (lights dim to 60%) Narrator: I’m sure I tried all the other times. Psychiatrist: 6 (lights dim to 50%) Narrator: I wish there was something… Psychiatrist: 5 (lights dim to 40%, Narrator now concealed) Protagonist: Yes? Where’d you go? Psychiatrist: 4 (lights dim to 30%) Protagonist: (walks to front center stage and drops to knees, speaking directly to the audience) Psychiatrist: 3 (lights dim to 20%) Protagonist: I… think I understand. Psychiatrist: 2 (lights dim to 10%) Protagonist: The fear of death… is the fear of being forgotten. Psychiatrist: 1 (blackout) Protagonist: I… don’t want to die. (soft sob)

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