Act 1, Scene 1
A misty crossroads, by moonlight
Enter MAQQI, ringing a bell
And so begins the play.
There will be acts to grind.
There will be scenes and unseens.
Where will it all end?
That, dear reader, is a good question, but not the right question.
You are welcome nonetheless.
Please, take a seat. Relax.
This is, by turns tragicall and comic:
The Theatre of the Observed