I sat and watched as the mime, groping for an exit, ran his hands over the inner surface of the invisible cage that held him captive. I could identify with the fearful, yet inquisitive expression that was written across his face. He captured the emotion well. Then came the panic.

Having spent the better part of an hour searching for an exit and finding none, the mime's expression began to change. His movement became hurried at first but quickly evolved to frantic. His hands began to flail, whipping the air, as though they might be capable of creating a passage way in the swirling air. Exhausted from extreme movement, he finally collapsed in a corner of the unseen prison and wept until sleep interrupted his weeping.

Upon waking, his eyes slowly opened, as though to say, "Perhaps it was all a dream." Upon discovering that it was not, anger overtook him. He began to rail silently and beat the walls of his shell, as his eyes searched the audience for a champion to come and rescue him. None appeared, for none could see his prison from where they sat. In order to view what the mime viewed, one would have to enter and become captive. Then there would be 2 mimes.

michael