FOUR DIRKS stand in an ANTECHAMBER. There are as many CHAIRS as there are STAIRS, which is to say, a lot. There is an INVERTED RHINOCEROS here. A WITHERED TREE grows incongruously next to the fireplace. Above the stage is suspended a SHODDY REPRODUCTION OF DAMIEN HIRST’S “SOME COMFORT GAINED FROM THE ACCEPTANCE OF THE INHERENT LIES IN EVERYTHING”, except with a HORSE. It drips.
Water gushes somewhere in the distance.
