Yule Tale 2017
Titania's Curious Other Life ‘It’s been this way for… I don’t remember… Like I’ve just been born out of this… box? It isn’t an actual box, of course. It’s a room. A room in my mind. Location regardless, I’m trapped in it. Here I am trapped. In a room. In my mind. It doesn’t matter how much those idiots say oh, get dressed up, go out - I can’t! They can’t see that I’m trapped. Because it’s in my mind. Not their minds, they don’t have any. They are just tin, hollow tin. They don’t even want to go out, they just wait for orders. Being stupid makes them content, they are boxed up, lined up, they can’t see life should be anything else.’ Titania sighs. She has given her monologue to a row of cardboard angels, and gets blank smiles in return. ‘Not hiding. Trapped.’ It is hard for them to understand, she knows, but she wishes they would make more of an effort. They look at her as though she were a shy child hiding behind a sofa.