The Somnambule's Crime
Berlin
(A Ballet)
Chestnuts in full leaf and a glass of red wine when the washing is done. Such promise… The afternoon contracts a headache from gazing at the literary genius using the alcoholic’s telephone to call the forest’s dark fringe full of pregnant soldiers. Then the piece closes on a closeup of a mysterious seashell in a woman’s red apron pocket. The end. The people shuffle out through a dark corridor and get lost amidst an international exposition of tractors.