by Gaëtan L. Charlebois
An alien (ie: Martian) talks at us about time for 25 minutes. That is the subject: time. No great profundities are revealed. Partway through the alien tells us that her time on earth is limited and, "I'm not sure I'm going to make it through the 30-minute [sic] encounter with you." Nor was I. This is standard-issue, blackbox solo indulgence (there's another term for that) whose sole uniqueness is that it is performed by a woman of a certain age, Morel D'Amour. SPOILER ALERT! At the end she tells us that she has heard that on our planet we clap at the end of shows. She asks us not to, to maintain a silence, and to, instead, go home, look in the mirror and clap for ourselves. I don't know about the mirror bit; for the rest of her requests, though, the audience obliged.