1 : He says.
2 : He says, but he’s not the owner of what he’s saying, and yet, it’s him, he has invented this way, this means to say it.
1 : He says.
3 (the teller) : He says, and my all entire body is focused on him.
2 : It’s not him who says while saying.
1 : He says.
2 : He has scrounged, he has picked up, collected the ingredients, to form this enunciation but these ingredients are not him.
1 : He says, because he has scrounged, he has picked up, collected the ingredients to form this enunciation. And these ingredients become his.
3 : He’s still saying, and this is hypnotizing. The language comes out like a flow and my body is tensed to catch it.
1 : He says.
2 : He says but it is through intermediaries. It’s not his voice, it’s not his words, written by him, it’s not his body reciting, all of that is only a staging.
He’s taking forms, he’s taking envelopes and nestles inside.
3 : Now it’s moving, the form moves. Becomes another. The voice is deeper. More unstable too. It tears the space.
1 : It’s still him who says. Elements change their faces but he remains enunciator.
3 : It’s difficult to hear him. It seems that it’s emotion in the voice.
2 : Elements are modifying. Intermediaries are transforming, modifying the utterance too. The body is on the screen but is not the same anymore. The intonation of the voice is not the same anymore. The text is still the same. But it’s not saying the same thing anymore. There is not only the content of the text which it’s said. There is the rest. This upset voice, this man’s voice. This thin body like greaseproof paper.
3 : This man’s voice. This thin body. There is a resonance.
2 : So who says. Who says in all of that.
1 : He says. He gathered the elements of his hands.
He has stuck, he has assembled. He says while doing say, but he says.
2 : So who says. The shell of the body? The body for its shell? The one who wrote the words? The one who materializes it with his voice?
He can’t say. There is too much detours for it can be him.
3 : On the screen, in the space, it keeps running.
The text, the body, the voice. The name of the maker. Written on the wall.
1 : He says.
2 : He’s not saying anymore.
1 : He says, and maybe he’s not the owner of what he says and of the method to say it but he’s the maker of this enunciation. He’s the creator of the conditions.
This couldn’t be heard thus without the gathering by his hands. He says. He says. He says.
3 : The screen is still here. I cannot stop. The eyes do not come off. The main light is switching off and the walls around become bluish grey of the night.
The doors are closing.