Ancient American Theater

PUBLIC SELF: Oh how thou proud!
Let me
Greet thee with
Hospitality.
I am in the finest of moods.
Spledour and rapture comes over me
When I visit my friends
Pour the win and cut the lamb
Celebration for I am happy and well!
Let me tell you the latest joke
So we shall laugh with our bellies
And delight in the deserts of intoxications
Pass the cherry cheesecake over here
Pour more brandy and rum
Love for all and not a care in the world.
Ah, but the night has grown long
And now I must return back to my abode.
We need to do this more often
Weekly! At least!
Let me hug my friends like my brothers and sisters
Farewell for now.

NARRATOR: Upon exiting, the Public becomes Private, and the bellowing voice of happiness retreats to make room for the sharp voice of criticism, and the concerned voice of despair. Carefree becomes listlessness while intoxication becomes haphazard. There is doubt that fills the air like a scented candle. The night is heavy with anxiety that only the morning can cure.