[THE MOON is out. It’s big and round and the kind of silvery white you’d expect it to be. It’s an impressive thing up there, just floating and looking over us all. I wonder if it thinks about the people who have stood on it in the past, the people who have died trying to visit it, the poets who have described it as a staring eye, a full stop to the day, a grandparent appearing to check you are ok and how they will always be with you during the dark times. DAVE sits under the moon and starts wanking.]

[Curtain]

Carl Burkitt 2025