“They sat waiting for R’s reply, watching him linger in the aura of his defined state”.
Don DeLillo Falling Man.
I’ve never seen a performance that so struck the same chords/paths as DeLillo’s writing as this. Watching it reminded me of the middle section of White Noise, or the intro to Point Omega. The meta-reflection on the event – the interrogation of the dramaturgy of the outlandish in the everyday and the joy in the absurb disconnect of language from comprehensibility. It was also fucking hilarious, which was nice.
That shorter sentence was meant to sign-post an ending, by the way: Yet I carry on, hoping there’s more to come.