1. THE COLOR BLUE By Andrew Mair ACT I Scene 1 MARKUS Good evening...you are not really here. You think I'm kidding? You are all a creation of my mind... Ok don't believe me. But there are philosophers out there that believe that the only thing we can truly be sure of is our own mind. Everything else is just imagination. Everything else is unsure. So here I am speaking to an audience. An audience I'm convinced doesn't really exist except here in mind. So it begs the question of whether I am breaking down the forth wall when i speak to you. The forth wall? You know what the forth wall is? It is that imaginary wall that divides the players onstage from the audience. But since I created you with my mind I must simply be delivering a soliloquy. Narcissistic? Is that what you are thinking? That I'm narcissistic? Oh my dear friends, (aside) of
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