Performance "ACT II: HOPE FINDS A HOLE"
Two cooks caught in a loop rehearsing a funeral dirge.
At the bar, a technician tries a hand at solitaire.
Meanwhile, Hope lounges on a bench in the backroom
Tongue gently sniffing around a black hole
Removing life from her left third molar.
Clumsily, sustenance rolls across the floor
Perhaps on its way out…