A Streetcar Named Desire Monologue

What’s going on? (A confession) Set on a dark stage, an anonymous character stands in front of an illuminated background where shadows of hands reaching for the character are casted from behind. The unknown character is positioned in the centre of the stage, however no lights shine upon it, indicating that the person remains hidden from the audience.
(People whisper)
As the character is about to commence its monologue, a frontal light shines directly at the character.
A. (the whispers stop) I can see them… Those hollow faceless creatures staring at me… Those pretentious, well- ornamented masks they keep wearing… Those masterfully-delivered performances of vanity… I gaze at them wondering in silence…How can it be? What has happened? Living
A humanity that is scared from the truth. A humanity that promotes slavery and suppression. It seems unperceivable that we as people, enjoy self-destruction. We rest comfortably in this masquerade ball, we relish covering with garments of lies and affectation, we are guaranteed protection in this society constructed upon masks. We can’t tell who’s wearing what, because they all appear the same. We sign a silent, mutual contract, compromising our freedom, our choices and our lives. It is horrendous to notice how we brutally supress the traces of our being, our individual, our ego, for the sake of being promised security… I observe as much as I can... I attempt to carefully dissect how far we’ve progressed in burying our humanistic traits. I witness smiles, cries, loud laughter, uncontrollable outbursts, however I can’t really perceive them, it seems impossible for me to penetrate deeply in those pathetic and hopeless efforts of stripping away reality. Their predictable moves, their predestined lives, their entire inexistence makes me feel lost and unreal. How can it be? Why do not people wonder? Why do not people ask? Why are we so shallow? How can we accept this society the way it is? Where is the human in
How come we are bombarded by the media covering fake news, artificial role models and pretentious ideas? How come people are uninterested in exploring and delving deeply into their soul? How come the whole meaning of being human and living a life whose meaning seems incomprehensible are all put aside indifferently? How come we’re so passionate about the matters that exist only on a social rank and we are so incurious about the profundity of our own existence? How come we do not cherish our lives? How come we are not amazed by the absurdity of searching for a purpose? How come we cannot strip away and eradicate this morality and this system that exploits, controls and tortures us, suffocating our spiritual being? How come we cannot be who we truly