The Man Who Turned Into A Stick Analysis

Book Chosen:“The Man Who Turned Into a Stick”
Rationale:
I will be assuming the role of the man who turned into a stick before the scene of him jumping off the roof, which was before the first scene of the play. My empathic response focuses on the emotions and thoughts of the man as he battles his internal conflict, contemplating his existence, through going through his backstory and fleshing out his character by bringing in key events that shaped his life and how he had eventually become a stick. I have chosen this scene as I was fascinated by this play and the author’s intention of this story which revolves around the mystery of this man who turned into a stick and I hoped that by unpacking his emotions and thoughts before the beginning
I could feel the city calling out to me, lights and voices walking and guiding me through the memories of my life. With each black and white memory fading away from me by the second as I recall each moment of my adult life, I am further reminded that I have never been happy or had felt the sense of satisfaction. I was slowly being convinced to end this misery.

Suddenly, these memories explode with vibrant and bright colours, as my childhood gives me a new founded sense of inspiration and drive. I was burning like a star in the night sky, determined to make an impact on the world, making sure that I would never end up like the people around me, whose life became the same-old, who got stuck in a vicious cycle that they couldn’t escape. Laughter unwilling and nervously crawled out of my mouth as I think “Oh, how disappointed I would be in my current self” as I have become the person I despised. I have unknowingly changed into the person that my father
Along with the passing of my father, there was a large hole to fill in the company and in my family. My dad was the breadwinner and with him gone, I had to fill that gap up in order to sustain the quality of life my mother and I have been living. But, on the other hand, I had to work that one job I have hated my entire life...I had to become a robot… a stick... like most of our current society. However, as I looked at my mother’s desperate and devastation that was filled in her eyes, I heard a reluctant sound escaping my mouth, “yes”. Little did I know that one word would have shaped and changed the course of my forever. Since then, I have been stuck at the same state of life for the past decade and I could feel every single flame of passion that once licked my mind when I was younger burning out and I could see my father whenever I looked into the mirror. I lost any willpower to fight for my humanity as I slowly got used to this job, thinking that it was not as bad as I made it out to be when I was younger, I reached a point of stagnation and had no more intention of