Sustenance: A Play For All Trans [ ] Borders

<p class="p1">(The stage lights, like a cell phone searching for a signal, slowly come up and start to flicker.) A fugitive figure moves to the edge of the stage and holds out a bottle of water. After a long pause, ze [“IT,” carved into zer chest] speaks.</p> <p class="p1">Fugitive figure [a <span class="s1">trans- </span>prefix]: This will be my brief aside before the performance, my trans ( ) critique, before/on/and within the (empty set). On this day only one will be hunted down by the state machinery, that old chthonian apparatus for bearing no name in the desert of the real. It is after all the Twenty-First “Brume” (June gloom) of Late, Growing “Lay Ter” Capitalism. So put on your wigs (hardly ski masks), wait in the wings and let aphanisis be your ex-officio EDT [Electronic Disturbance Theatre] wear.</p>