I Wish I'd Brought a Pen

This monologue is from a radio play about a guy who is too thick around the middle and goes for a walk around a lake to take in some exercise, but he runs out of steam and decides to sit for a while on a bench and rest. In this moment, our character muses on the nature of memory, the memory of nature, electronic communications technologies, psychosis, and ink distribution. It's a riveting piece, but heartbreaking at the same time. True drama!