The Last Standing Protester
Yes, my childhood was wildly happy. Setting in motion a youth of contentment and inner stability. I know, I know, it borders on obscenity. I have floated on a charm. Bathed in love. Corn fed. Strong limbs pushing towards the light. Like a fucking sunflower. That I end up here, is it any wonder? In these bad times in which to live.
An interactive monologue
One woman
A woman stands alone outside a government building. She has things to say and something she wants from us.