A man stands alone on the small square stage of the Boulder Museum of Contemporary Art, a gun to his head -- except that the gun is really his own hand. He tells us that he's the sole survivor of a nuclear holocaust, that we in the audience are ghosts, and that he comes to this theater every year on the anniversary of the conflagration to play Russian roulette. There's applause from the back of the house. A woman comes forward, congratulates the man on his speech and begins correcting his pronunciation, quibbling about his delivery, suggesting alternative ways of handling the gun. Now it seems that the man is an actor, playing the role of a nuclear-holocaust survivor, and that the woman has written the script... More >>>