WRITER: But tell me before you go. What was the worst thing about being down here? AGNES: Just existing. Knowing my sight was blurred by my eyes, my hearing dulled by my ears, and my bright thought trapped in the grey maze of a brain. Have you seen a brain? WRITER: And you’re telling me that’s what’s wrong with us? How else can we be? —A Dream Play by August Strindberg, as adapted by Caryl Churchill
