A strong wind is blowing, scattering waste paper around. It is an extremely desolate scene. A high heel shoe is found where the woman fell. Sleepwalker stands motionless in front of the shoe.) Sleepwalker:A shoe, (Picking it up.) only a shoe. Each woman’s shoe represents a story. A discarded shoe. When it is discarded, it is discarded, nothing more. There has to be something fishy about a discarded woman’s shoe. Women discard their shoes like garbage, But a discarded woman’s shoe naturally invokes many associations, About the woman who wore this shoe, about the shoe that the woman wore, About the many unimaginable speculations on the woman who wore the shoe, About the men behind the woman, who usually number more than one, About how a certain man involved with the woman used her, manipulated her, and buried her alive. Was it murder, or was it extortion? Suddenly you are a bit frightened—(Immediately he puts the shoe down where it was. He walks away, but he can’t help looking back at the shoe.) If you called the police, you’d be causing trouble for everybody, to say the least.
