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I’m leaving tomorrow. For the residency in Berlin. I came to say goodbye.

The stage is filled with the rhythmic, polyphonic ticking of dozens of clocks. ELIAS sits at a workbench, a jeweler’s loupe pressed to his eye. He is working on a delicate gold pocket watch. CLARA stands by the door, holding a messenger bag. 7.2 210 Drama

I’m not going there to fix gears. I’m going to paint. I’m going to move. Everything in this room just... repeats. I’m leaving tomorrow

(Steps forward, floorboards creak)It’s been three years, Grandpa. The air in here is the same dust from when I was ten. ELIAS Dust is just time that’s settled. Leave it be. The stage is filled with the rhythmic, polyphonic

A dusty clock repair shop. The walls are covered in ticking timepieces. Time: Late afternoon. Golden light cuts through the dust. [SCENE START]

[ELIAS freezes. He slowly removes the loupe and looks at the pocket watch, not her.] Berlin. They have clocks there, I suppose.