Act 4. In which he thinks about the past (aka ASANTA BARBARA) He was looking out the window at all the roofs across the town. In the sill the plants were shaking underneath that deep white sky. Dry and neglected, worn out by the wind, trembling with fear alone, waiting for the sun. It was night time
he'd spent three hours on that chair, he was starving but he wasn't strong enough to stand, not that day. Noise and confusion were filling his head, broken illusions and dreams that had blown away. Dry plants were shaking on the windowsill and dreams were just fading away.