Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Monologue Mania Day #595 Reading Journals by Janet S. Tiger Sept. 29, 2015

Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free monologue a day- for a whole year-and still going!
                                                                    first year -  Feb. 13, 2014 - Feb. 13, 2015
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Monologue Mania Day #595 Reading Journals  by Janet S. Tiger  Sept. 29, 2015
                                     Reading Journals
                              by Janet S. Tiger
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      (This is an older woman who is dragging a box onto the stage.  She sits, opens the box and takes out a dusty notebook, opens it and starts to read, shaking her head.  She puts the book down.)

I don't know if this is right, to read journals written by someone else, someone who is still alive.....and yet.....they are fascinating!  I can't stop!

      (She opens another one and reads, then closes it)

I feel so strange!  These are from years ago!  What harm does it do!  And yet, I feel like I'm intruding...like I'm stealing the past......or maybe not.....

      (Digs in and finds another)

Things about her......I never knew.....or if I knew, can't recall.......the past is such a strange place to visit.......or is it just an illusion?  Maybe everything in these books is a lie?  How would I know?

Why do I care?

Should I give them back?  I can't....that woman is long gone.....I doubt if I could ever find her.......

        (She looks at one page, then turns it, getting engrossed, then she starts to cry, but stops, closes the book)

I think that's enough for now.  Perhaps....some things are best left in the attic......

Perhaps .....these wouldn't be so hard to read.....if I didn't know the author......

     (She puts back the book, closes the box, turns to leave, stops, looks back)

If the writer wasn't me......

     (She exits.....)

Janet S. Tiger    858-736-6315
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