TRAVELS IN THE SCRIPTORIUM

An old man sits in a room with a single door and window, a bed, a desk and a chair. Each day he awakes with no memory, unsure of whether or not he is locked into the room. Attached to the few objects around him are one-word, hand-written labels, andon the desk is a series of vaguely familiar black-and-white photographs and four piles of paper. Then a middle-aged woman called Anna enters and talks of pills and treatment, but also of love and promises. Who is he? What is he doing here? When did he arrive and how long will he remain? With any luck, time will tell us all.