Posted by on May 6, 2010 in Uncategorized

Father Mapple Moab Adzu III presents

the intake nurse

A Short Play, in segments

Setting: Sometime in the distant future or past.

Characters: I and Ø. In the vicinity of present-day earth.


I: I got the feeling that it wasn’t going to happen.

Ø: Let it go.

I: No, because you were saying that it wasn’t the money, it wasn’t the glamorous lifestyle. . . .

Ø: [sigh]

I: No, you’re seeking the truth.

Ø: Let it go, you two-faced—

I: —I know what you’re thinking.

Ø: How could you know?

I: I’m just saying that it’s not entirely impossible that you are mistaken in your enthusiasm for your cause.

Ø: What do you think my cause is, selling crap to people on the street?

I: What are you saying?

Ø: I am saying that beings are predisposed to know themselves first, above all other things.

I: Exactly, and don’t you think that is easier when it is coupled with a dichotomy of some sort? You can’t have one without the other, and so forth. . .

Ø: Yes, but if you have the power to just make up what the other is like, what information can you cull about your own development?

I: You don’t determine what the outcomes are; you just create the conditions in which the results will eventually follow.

Ø: Right, but you create the conditions in which this new thing will define itself.

I: That’s right. And you thereby put something other than yourself out there.

Ø: Right, but where does understanding occur?

I: What do you mean?

Ø: Awareness of the other. Compassion for the other. Empathy maybe.

I: That happens when it becomes more like me, or you. When it becomes more like us.

Ø: And until then?

I: We wait.

Ø: For what?

I: Recognition.

Ø: How will they know us?

I: Maybe they never will. I take that back. Can I take it back?

Ø: I think you are still eligible for redemption, yes.

I: Very funny. As I said, I got the sense that this wasn’t going to happen. The truth is lonely. . . and so forth. . . . What I mean to say is that they will probably perceive us. But they won’t know what we are.

Ø: How could that be good?

I: At the very least, it will be interesting to see how they progress.

Ø: What will they think of us?

I: Who knows?

Ø: How can we trust their perceptions of themselves when we are dancing around in the past, distracting them?

I: Well, if they are anything like us, they will be so caught up in defining who they are, that we’ll remain hidden. Sort of an invisible but omnipresent guide.

Ø: A trickster in their lives.

I: A question to be asked.

Ø: And never answered.

I: Not never.

Ø: When do they get to know?

I: Whenever we say so. Christ, you’re starting to sound like a doubter.

Ø: Whenever they become like us.

I: Maybe.

Ø: Crazy and insecure.

I: Interested and interesting.

Ø: self-absorbed to the point of making up things to get excited about. For the sake of amusement.

I: Well. . .

Ø: Can’t argue with progress.

I: F— off.



  1. globatron
    May 6, 2010

    I see this being set in the past before ones and zeros took over the planet as binary code. Maybe hidden in a meteor as bacteria they had this dialogue many billions of years ago.

    Can’t wait to read more.

  2. akbar lightning
    May 6, 2010

    this is so rich and wonderful…so happy to see logocentric back in action…the four of us are like the fantastic four…

    anywhoo, after reading it, i immediately set myself to recording..simply because i wanted to understand it through that process.

    i’m loving this shiznit right now…

    i just posted on Craigslist in nyc, as we have a great momentum right now, get out there fellas and do a craigslist post in your hometown…



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