2585. I was so disturbed by this change of color that I began looking around trying to figure out how it could have happened, and I noticed high up in a balcony strange contraptions: sets of spotlights in front of which were colored filters, and there were people up there manning the color changing machines. They would insert filters and suddenly, as if out of nowhere, the color of things on the stage would change dramatically.
2586. It became obvious to me that the stage and the actors had no real color of their own and the color of things on the stage was determined by the mechanics of the lights and the filters. This was certainly a frightening and upsetting realization.
2587. I began to wonder about a certain dress worn by the main female character. In the first act it had been green, but now in the third act it was purple. I wondered, “If later I go into her dressing room and have a look at that dress, will I be able to discover it true identity, its true color, away from those disturbing and changing lights?”