TE15 Lithuanian Honey Cake

Sjón

through the clouds above. the sign of U BÁBELSTEIN_Ů is faded and rotten. the walls around it cracked and broken.

the top of THE STONE COLLECTOR’s black top hat faces us as his head hangs down between his knees. after awhile he looks up and towards the audience, his face a mask of pain.

THE STONE COLLECTOR

(straining painfully) kid-n-eeey st-ooo-n-e-hhhh y-y-you a-rrr-e the sss-ong a-I sss-ing w---h---e---n th---e w---in---ter de-nie-sss m-e sh-elt-er all of a sudden calm comes over THE STONE COLLECTOR’s face. with his face on the audience he reaches down between his legs and fetches something fromthe ground. he rasies his hand and in the light we see between his the thumb and the forefinger of his right hand a yellow/ stone the size of a raisin. he contemplates it with the bitter smile of a man defeated by himself.

THE STONE COLLECTOR

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