Vince…from Buried ChildHomepage / Academic programs / Faculty of Arts and Science / Humanities / Drama / Student Resources / Vince…from Buried Child Vince…from Buried ChildModern – MenBy Sam Shepard (Urizen: pp.70-71)VINCE: [delivers speech front]I was gonna run last night. I was gonna run and keep right on running. I drove all night. Clear to the Iowa border. The old man’s two bucks sitting right on the front seat beside me. It never stopped raining the whole time. Never stopped once. I could see myself in the windshield. My face. My eyes. I studied my face. Studied everything about it. As though I was looking at another man. As though I saw his whole race behind him. Like a mummy’s face. I saw him dead and alive at the same time. In the same breath. In the windshield I saw him breathe as though he was frozen in time. And every breath marked him. Marked him forever without him knowing. And then his face changed. His face became his father’s face. Same bones. Same eyes. Same nose. Same breath. And his father’s face changed to his grandfather’s face. And it went on like that. Changing. Clear on back to faces I’d never seen before but still recognized. Still recognized the bones underneath. The eyes, the breath, the mouth. I followed my family clear into Iowa. Every last one. Straight into the Corn Belt and further. Straight back as far as they’d take me. Then it all dissolved. Everything dissolved.