INSPECTOR : And then they took my mouth and ears,
My tongue, my throat, my eyes for tears.
Alive, I’d tried to voice my fears,
Now I’m an echo, down the years.
And the man I met along the way, the woman too, they melted away.
Overexposed
A brief summary of the script
The dead Government Inspector is stuck in an endless loop, reliving his final days, still unable to comprehend what happened. A quiet, lone voice of sanity; against (the so-easily exploited xenophobia), and cynical, self-preservation and self-interest.