(Scene. A small photocopier room. Sounds of copying. Copier is actually off stage right. Lights up on Sam and Stuart)
Sam: You know, I often think that life is a bit like a photocopier..
Stuart: Yes. You mean, a places of images – a playground for truth or fakery?
Sam: Not really.
Stuart: A micro-world of potential where what you get out depends on what you put in?
Sam: Not at all…
Stuart: A creative place of awesome possibility where you can create different versions of whatever you choose.
Stuart: The toner is the mood, the machinery, the limiting enabling structure, the electricity the energy needed to power the processes…
Sam: No, no, no!
Stuart: A post-modern metaphor of culture and self-realisation…
Sam: No! What are you going on about?
Stuart: Well, what then? Why is life like a photocopier?
Sam: It always goes fucking wrong!
(she bursts out crying. Lights)