January 23 & 24: Jordan Hall

January 23: Perennial Ice, Part Three: Autumn

Jordan Hall

CHARACTERS:

The Woman: A woman. Any age. Any race. However she might define herself.

Perennial Ice, Part Three: Autumn

The promontory of ice. The woman is back in her parka, chopping again.

The Woman: Since the 1980s the amount of perennial ice in the Arctic has decreased by about 60%. (Beat.) That actually works in my favour at this point. Although… later on…

She pauses to survey her work.

The Woman: It’s harder work than you’d think, seceding from your life. Becoming an island. It isn’t just a question of an ice axe and a rudimentary understanding of ocean currents and the probable melt rate of sea pack-ice given a particular starting volume and mean ocean temperatures.

She goes back to chipping.

There’s a line you have to draw, between yourself and other people. And it isn’t enough to just make sure it’s there. You have to stay on your side and make sure they stay on theirs. You have to carve it out every day, with every word you say, everything you do. It can’t just be an abstraction, something you can step over anytime you feel like, anytime things get rough. You need to make that line a gulf. A continental shelf. Impassable.

All along the promontory the ice shudders, creaks and splits.

The Woman: And that, of course, is just the beginning.

END.

January 24: Perennial Ice, Part Four: Winter

Jordan Hall

CHARACTERS:

The Woman: A woman. Any age. Any race. However she might define herself.

Perennial Ice, Part Four: Winter

The woman. The ice. There is a huge gulf between the chunk she sits on, and the chunk she separated it from, but she stills seems pretty stationary.

The Woman: It’s possible this doesn’t end well. That’s another thing it’s hard to see at the beginning. Very likely that just taking your share, your own little ice raft, and floating away from everything you don’t like about everybody else’s life just ends in a short splash. A waterlogged parka sinking to the bottom somewhere, like a whale carcass.

But what do you have if you don’t have ambitions? And right now it’s winter. And the ice is very, very thick.

END.