On stage, the business man fixes a clock. “Writer's block,” he says. “It's awful.” After the clock is fixed, he sits in front of his typewriter and waits for his typewriter to type. “Type!” he yells. He stares at the typewriter for quite some time. “I'm alone,” he says. The audience is encouraged to become a hush of nothing. He holds a brick and holds a candle and continues to stare at the keys. The curtain above him is made of clay. It, too, threatens to fall.