The play found its roots in the majesty of the St. Lawrence Market and the rich history of Market Square. The end product is an exploration into the things we give up in order to find temporary peace. This exerpt is one such example of a moment of peace that I felt the need to share because of the beautiful weather we've been having lately.
Scene Seven:
NAMELESS is standing in front of the market, looking up. SKY is at his booth. He keeps shooting glances at NAMELESS.
SKY What is it?
NAMELESS There’s something…
SKY What, where? A bird?
NAMELESS No, I don’t know, my eyes are clouded. It’s like… here, look right there, above the street. Do you see it?
SKY I don’t know what I’m supposed to be seeing. Clouds?
NAMELESS There. Just stare. Alright, now look to the left. Do you notice anything? Do you notice it being lighter? A different shade of blue? Like a shadow were laying atop the air?
SKY What do you mean a shadow? Like a cloud? There aren’t any clouds, but –
NAMELESS No, I… I need sleep. A full night’s. I swear I feel I’m standing in the shade.
NAMELESS is standing in front of the market, looking up. SKY is at his booth. He keeps shooting glances at NAMELESS.
SKY What is it?
NAMELESS There’s something…
SKY What, where? A bird?
NAMELESS No, I don’t know, my eyes are clouded. It’s like… here, look right there, above the street. Do you see it?
SKY I don’t know what I’m supposed to be seeing. Clouds?
NAMELESS There. Just stare. Alright, now look to the left. Do you notice anything? Do you notice it being lighter? A different shade of blue? Like a shadow were laying atop the air?
SKY What do you mean a shadow? Like a cloud? There aren’t any clouds, but –
NAMELESS No, I… I need sleep. A full night’s. I swear I feel I’m standing in the shade.
SKY You’re not.
Image taken in July, 2008 by Andrew Gaboury
