The play is set against a postcard—specifically, a photograph made back in 1981, in Hong Kong, by Index G’s Lee Ka-sing. One character has been added—a hero-worshipping boy--—in order to engage Ka-sing’s strongman in conversation.
STRONGMAN (momentarily diverted from his narcissism by the boy’s presence): What are you looking at?
BOY (nervous but unafraid): You, sir.
STRONG: Because of the splendor of my physique?
BOY (half-relieved): Yes, because of the harmonious massing of your muscles and the corded, twine-like tensility of your tendoning, and the highway mapping of your veining and arterializing.
STRONG (impressed): Quite a mouthful!
BOY: But earnestly and respectfully meant, sir.
STRONG: I daresay. So tell me, young aspirant, are you eager to be everything you can possibly be?
BOY: Not everything, sir. I don’t want to be a psychopath, for example, though I fear I could easily become one.
STRONG (flexing in the offshore breeze): What then?
BOY (shyly): Well, I wouldn’t mind being a drawing—like you.
STRONG (aghast): Drawing!!?? What the hell are you talking about?
BOY (surprised at the Strongman’s reaction): Well, you know—flat and sharply cut out. A rhythmic aggregation of angles, propped against the messy roundness of the real world.
STRONG (a bit defensive): You’re crazy, kid.
BOY (thoughtfully): Not yet.
(curtain)
