At the gallery of modern art there is a stage show that repeats every fifteen minutes. The uninitiated file up a set of black stairs to a sort of mezzanine where we wait in silence. Then a set of noble and melancholy bulldogs are led past us to an exposed chamber up another set of stairs. A canned narration begins with a recording of Fyodr Dostoevsky, then Gabriel Garcia Marquez, stating one full sentence each chosen at random from their complete works. Then there are a series of lines delivered by planted actors in suits of black lace. The theme is the alienation of the bride. I am asked to adapt this spectacle for the page.