They slid inside the little tent without even pitching it, and it flopped around them like a limp membrane. The cold kept Jerzy awake all night and in the morning Sara was the first out of the tent, retching, throwing up the meat and beans which lay there in a puddle on the ground looking just the way they’d found them in the tin. All around, their little camp was like a shipwreck and they were drenched in dew. Sara was shivering so hard it looked like there were two of her. The sun wasn’t yet up out of the trees and in the cold, rosy morning light the second Sara, the one who shivered more on one side than the other, split neatly away from the first, and still shivering a bit she went to Jerzy. No, I’m not the soul, she told him, I don’t think there is one where I am. Then what are you? Jerzy asked. I’m Sara, at least the Sara who shivers a little more on one side than the other. When we shiver too hard you can see there are two of us, but otherwise, the rest of the time, especially in the summer, it doesn’t make much difference and nobody notices. And so Jerzy, for no good reason, set to thinking about the order of the universe. And muddled as the whole thing was, he managed to clear up a few points for himself: 1. Reality is propagated and perceived through.
With: Luc Fuller, Aidan Koch, Sarah McMenimen, Megan Plunkett, Alexandra Noel, Elliott Wright