No play could ever do justice to the setting. On and behind the stage was a thicket of columns. Behind the pillars were sea and sky, two flat bands of blue. The sea could not be heard. Everything had become still.
Wind is the breath of time, hurrying by.
Stillness, though, is like the trance of stopped time. I moved from place to place in the amphitheater, arranging the intersections of columns, sea, and sky in new ways, new angles. Ultimately, though, the lure of the horizontal will always prove irresistible. This is why the sight of the ancient vertical is always enhanced by a backdrop horizon of sky and sea. Some columns sparkled slightly in the sunlight, the almost invisible remains of marble cladding long since stripped by erosion or thieves.