“All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others” Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse.
{spoken voice} {singing voices 1 and 2}
an empty box an empty box {echo}
of darkness: wedge shaped core
herself anybody but others: sunk
to think; well, not even to think of darkness: wedge shaped core
herself anybody but others: sunk
to think; well, not even to think
{begin as spoken voice reaches last line. Voice is an echo informed by Acis and Galatea}
glittering evaporated
to an orange
laquer inside
glows a floor of rust
a floor of rust
a floor of rust
floor of rust
