I’m leaving tomorrow. For the residency in Berlin. I came to say goodbye.
[CLARA walks to a large grandfather clock in the corner. It is silent.] 7.2 210 Drama
(Without looking up)You’re breathing too loud, Clara. It throws off the balance. I’m leaving tomorrow
I’m not going there to fix gears. I’m going to paint. I’m going to move. Everything in this room just... repeats. [CLARA walks to a large grandfather clock in the corner
The stage is filled with the rhythmic, polyphonic ticking of dozens of clocks. ELIAS sits at a workbench, a jeweler’s loupe pressed to his eye. He is working on a delicate gold pocket watch. CLARA stands by the door, holding a messenger bag.
(Steps forward, floorboards creak)It’s been three years, Grandpa. The air in here is the same dust from when I was ten. ELIAS Dust is just time that’s settled. Leave it be.
A dusty clock repair shop. The walls are covered in ticking timepieces. Time: Late afternoon. Golden light cuts through the dust. [SCENE START]