Idea: Monologues for Orpheus

A negation ceremony.
The audience would see the show one at a time.  They fill out questions such as where do you live, what is your job title, who are your parents, what is your name, do you have children, if so who are they, what is the most important thing to you, what is the least?  All the questions have to do with things that we identify through and hopefully have been signifying our characters for our whole lives.  Attachment.  A person comes down the long hallway that you are standing at the entrance to.  would be so great if this could take place underground, like Roden Crater.  Walking with faith, guided through nothing, a fragile body, breakable, decomposing and composing, tough, resilient, alert.  The person is a totem, dressed without a face, a facade, a singular substance.  They hand you a thin sugar disk ceremoniously.  By accepting the offering you give yourself over to the process entirely.  You take the disk, put it in your mouth, and are told to walk down the hall.  There are no lights, you walk blind, without eyes, no space, no place that is correct, nothing to know.  In the chamber at the end you enter into a bright room, all the walls are white, the ceiling is tall, and in the center there is a bath for one.  'Please take off your clothes' says the voice over the sound system.  You do.  A person enters, they are also naked.  They take your clothes and exit.  They enter.  'Please,' says the voice over the loud speaker, 'don't do anything'.  The two of you stand there in silence staring at each other, naked.  Five minutes pass, you go through phases, adjusting to the situation and learning to drop all pretense.  The person leaves.  'Please,' says the voice over the loud speaker, 'get in the tub,' you do, 'you will now be bathed.'  The person enters with washing supplies.  They pass you a full bottle of water.  In the tub they start at your feet working their way up your body, with care, scrubbing you. The voice has asked you not to speak, you don't.  After you are washed, no soap, you sit alone in silence for ten minutes.  'Repeat after me, I am not...' the voice says your name, you repeat what the voice says, each time saying that you are not what you are normally expressing yourself by.  The list of the questioner is read off, sometimes the voice asks you to scream, to get out of the tub and say it like you mean it, as though your mother were standing there, and you are telling her off, that you are not the name she gave you, you are not the job you have, you are not the house you live in, or the people you know, or the people you make, or love, or the things that you do, want to do, nothing, none of it, not at all.  The naked person comes back in with a chair.  The voice asks you to get out of the tub.  You do, and you are dried off.  The voice asks you to sit while the attendant exists and returns with hot rags.  You are wrapped up.  The screen flashes.  Just dots, loud stripes, no depth, no represented form, no face or person.  Then a hand with paper comes on and the show begins.  A speaks, and the troubles of Orpheus and his words erasing what is before him start to unfold.  Orpheus is played by Robert himself, filmed in his living room, like one of Tacita Dean's films.  He is projected on a wall, when the voices are speaking he is just sitting, staring out the window, nothing happening, or so it seems, meanwhile the stories brew just below the surface.  And when the voices are not talking there are just flashes of color, like a Stan Brakhage film melded with Yayoi.  On the third wall Eurydice dances.  When the show ends you are unwrapped, given your clothes and asked by the voice to exit the way you came.