Currently In the midst of overload. Clock set to 20 minutes. Focus.

Given my present experience, my attention feels extremely frayed. I open the link, and hit play, but in this moment there’s so many competing stiumuli, that I can only consume the visuals.

I mute the audio, and pretend to be deaf. As I’m watching the play:
~2:30 strikes me. Ezel howling at the moon. He’s in a camp, not a home; and I though I can’t hear the words, I inscribe meaning, “The voice of one crying in the wilderness.” 4:20, Ezel strikes the air with a knife. Why? His isolation is striking. Who is he talking to – himself, God? 9:00, An object other than a knife. Is this the mask? Is he reliving his childhood here. I am deaf, and can’t hear. I can only perceive. Is he burying the mask? 11:00, a memorial stone. 13:00, a transmitter. The mask is gone, but there is still in his hand. 19:00, clothing. Something of his, and something of a child’s.
25:00, draw-string and a booby trap. Something for a warning. 26:00, a large dear-skin map with drawings. 34:00, another element. Something metallic, like it’s used to breach a door; maybe this is for breaching the ground? 42:00, resting – hiding – dreaming in a crevasse. 47:00, a rope, and a tree. What’s he pulling up, graves? 56:00, another person! She carrying a plant. Where is the audience going?