The Strange Recital

"He was an ordinary German, walking one night on a Berlin street, near where he lived, when a car turned the corner and followed alongside him at a crawl...."

  Called by The Führer to work on the greatest movie ever made: World War II! But how do you complete your mission when reality turns very very strange?

"My earliest memory, one that I will never forget, is of being awakened from sleep, summoned up out of warm subterranean darkness by a hand on my shoulder...."

  At last, a confession. Perhaps beauty is the life force... but where's the border between mendacity and veracity? And what is "anamnesis"?

"They inhaled deeply, the warm organoleptic confluence of fictional flavors infusing them with a kind of charmed glow that they could never attain through mere sexuality..."

 

What exactly is going on between these two young people? The police would like to know. An investigation is underway.

"Light seeped through her eyelids and, though she wasn't quite awake, she could feel that she had a body, and that her body lived in the real world. The real world of pain."

  What if you awoke to discover you had been forever changed? Is it the end of you? Maybe this is the story of a new beginning, a thorny rebirth.

"My car, with the drug in the boot, was tucked behind the rural filling station. Still hot and smoking, the machine had suffered catastrophic failure...."

  A man alone faces himself and his history, with a little chemical assistance. But what is now and what is cruel flashback? Hallucination, madness, or reality? Does it matter?

"I’m Hermann Haber. Perhaps you’ve heard of my father. He won the Nobel Prize...."

  In this three-character play set in 1915, timely questions are raised about the boundaries between genius and evil, patriotism and morality. And a great interview with the playwright follows!

"It was quite by accident I discovered this incredible invasion of Earth by lifeforms from another planet. As yet, I haven’t done anything about it; I can’t think of anything to do."

  Did a friend ever lend you an ear? Or give you a hand? They must be aliens -- call the authorities!

"I'm in the cafe I frequent practically every day. I sit in the corner and bury myself in my phone. That is what I use to write with."

  Struggling with writer's block? Maybe you need the help of a magical being from out of a coffee cup. But... at what price?

"It was dusk and I was about to head back to the highway when I saw a building in the distance. Lights were on. Even if it was just somebody’s house, I decided I’d stop and ask for directions...."

Even a private eye can't always see the danger he's walking into. What makes people do the things they do?

"When I was 17, I killed a man. He was very old, and he was walking by the side of the road in the twilight."

  Time can't erase experience when coincidence keeps it alive. Is this a message from somewhere? How do you create meaning in your life?