October 15 & 16: On The Properties of Light
The Woman: A woman. Any age. Any race. However she might define herself.
On The Properties of Light
A bare stage. A stage light clunks on, and in it, a woman.
The Woman: You remember that experiment in highschool? The one where you use a glass of orange juice to turn on a light bulb? And you think: “Look at that. Look how little it takes. To make light.” And the world is full of potential. Your aspirations easy to achieve. Because nothing more than a glass of orange juice can illuminate Mr. Webster’s room.
They don’t really force you to connect all the dots. To see Mr. Webster squishing concentrate into the jug & mixing. The grocery store worker carving open the box. The machines in Oshawa or Pickering pulping and condensing. The trucks lumbering north on the I-5, I-15, I-80. To think about how the sweet-tart acid potential zipping round in that juice took months to grow round and hopeful on that California tree, and how that tree took years– reaching up towards the Sacramento sun, photosynthesizing. How many moving parts. To bring you years and months of sunlight in a glass, so you could exclaim about a flickering 60 watt. So you could throw it out without even drinking it.
The light turns out.