Being insulted by your child and loving them anyway is the human condition. - Sarah Ruhl

ORPHEUS: How will you remember?

EURYDICE: That I love you?

ORPHEUS: Yes.

EURYDICE: That's easy. I can't help it.

She runs, trips and pitches down the stairs, holding her letter.
She follows the letter down, down...
Blackout. A clatter. Strange sounds — xylophones, brass bands, sounds of falling, sounds of vertigo.
Sounds of breathing.

Listen to her the way you would listen
to your own daughter
if she died too young
and tried to speak to you
across long distances.