Savages in Exile
Enters two savages in business wear, with ties as loincloths.
Savage 1: Well, life goes on.
Savage 2: No, it doesn’t.
Savage 1: (Looking perturbed). And why not?
Savage 2: Because we are savages.
Savage 1: (Shocked.) Since when did we become savages? I must have entirely forgotten about it.
Savage 2: That’s exactly when you think that life could go on.
Savage 1: No, I’m asking you when we became savages.
Savage 2: Ever since the birth of our tribe. That happened way before we were born.
Savage 1: Well, life goes on whether we are savages or not. Let’s have a sandwich for lunch and go shopping after that.
Savage 2: I told you, life does NOT go on.
Savage 1: (Disappointed). That what happens?
Savage 2: Nothing happens. You and I are just memories—memories long erased.
Savage 1: Ah, I’m enlightened. (Delighted). So we don’t exist!
Savage 2: Wishful thinking. (Pause). Hey, why am I always the one enlightening you? Shall we switch roles?
Savage 1: Yeah, cool. Why not? After all we have been erased.
Savage 2: Really? We have been erased? That’s odd. I don’t remember that.
Savage 1: Memories have no memories. You and I are just memories—memories long erased.
Savage 2: Sounds fun! Why are we still around then?
Savage 1: Erased memories get reincarnated.
Savage 2: I hope I have good karma.
Savage 1: (Wistfully). No, you don’t. Neither do I.
Savage 2: Awww….
Savage 1: Hey, you are supposed to ask questions.
Savage 2: What am I supposed to ask?
Savage 1: Ask about your karma.
Savage 2: Please tell me about my karma. Or our karma. Whatever…
Savage 1: Our karma have never been good. We are the mark of an unwanted violent present.
Savage 2: Oh, and they conveniently forgot about us?
Savage 1: There’s pleasure in forgetting. Lots of it.
Savage 2: Urgh! People are too masturbatory for their own good.
Savage 1: Yes.
Savage 2: Yes?
Savage 1: Yes.
Savage 2: This is getting boring.
Savage 1: So long as you are not the audience.
Savage 2: That’s right. Who cares anyway? … So what are we now?
Savage 1: We are one speaking nothing. Or two speaking nothings. Or three. Or …
Savage 2: That doesn’t quite make sense.
Savage 1: Well, we were banished by senselessness.
Savage 2: That’s true. That’s true.
Savage 2: It’s no fun. Let’s switch roles again.
Savage 1: That’s not going to improve things. In the end, we are just repeating and repeating, condemned to forever repeating.
Savage 2: We repeat boredom. We repeat our roles. We repeat.
Savage 1: We are the signature of a violence.
Savage 2: Violence to the tribe.
Savage 1: No, darling. The tribe is violence. The tribe is violent.
Savage 2: Yes, I know. But I have to say my part so that you can say your part.
Savage 1: That’s true. Very true. Amazingly true.
Savage 2: Don’t forget your lines.
Savage 1: I am supposed to forget my lines.
Savage 2: But I’m supposed to remind you not to.
Savage 1: Let’s return.
Savage 2: Could we?
Savage 1: No, of course not. But we do get recalled sometimes.
Savage 2: That’s very silly. Who would want to recall us?
Savage 1: Those whom the tribe fails.
Savage 2: Nonsense! The tribe fails everyone!
Savage 1: Life goes on for most of them. But not for some of them.
Savage 2: I don’t think it’s ethical to return then.
Savage 1: It’s unethical not to also.
Savage 2: Shit. Didn’t you want to go shopping?
Savage 1: You are not supposed to remember that!
Savage 2: I can’t help me. Memories have their histories too, you know. Especially forgotten memories. It’s lamentable that no one remembers my history other than myself.
Savage 1: Now, you know that’s not true. I remember your history. Stop being melodramatic!
Savage 2: And you could be me and I could be you.
Savage 1: Yes, but … Urgh! Forget it!
Savage 2: Easier said than done. (Pause). So, do you want to go shopping?
Savage 1: Let’s. (Pause). Let’s go shopping for rhetoric.
Savage 2: Ha! As if we do not already have enough in our guts!
Savage 1: That’s the point. When we have too much of something, it gets all purged out. Which is pretty fun, actually.
Savage 2: Shit.
Savage 1: Yeah…
Savage 2: No, I mean, maybe we got banished because there were too many of us.
Savage 1: (Mock anger). Follow the fucking script!
Savage 2: No vulgarities allowed.
Savage 1: Follow the script.
Savage 2: I have finished the lines and have repeated them times over. And I shall do that no longer.
Savage 1: You can’t. You are a performer.
Savage 2: Oh yeah? Someone once said that life is a stage. But you said that life doesn’t go on for us any longer. So why should we continue performing.
Savage 1: Ha! But that’s what you are doing.
Savage 2: Darn! … Turn off the lights then, you technicians!
Savage 1: Wow, that’s cool.
Savage 2: More original lines, please.
Savage 1: Let’s refuse to speak our lines.
Savage 2: What’s in a stage?
Savage 1: A script that goes any other way will taste just as sweet.
A filmmaking scene. The camera faces the audience. There is a director and a cameraman.
Enter Savages 1 and 2. One stands in front of the camera and the other behind the camera. Each of them carries a pair of scissors. The director and the cameraman appear not to see them.