theme by shekissesandtells.
When I’m on stage, everything else fades away. All I think about is being a part of the revolution or a Jew in Anatevka. Who I’m supposed to be in the moment. That’s why I love theatre. Happy to be back here :)
FRANK, MAN, YOU’RE ALIVE
I SAW THIS HANDBAG MAN
IT LOOKED JUST LIKE YOU.
OH FRANK I’M SO RELIEVED.
This made me laugh more than it should have…
Thermochromic table by Jay Watson
imagine banging someone on that table
imagine being home alone and seeing imprints on that table
Imagine having a friend sit at that table for a long while, but when they get up there’s no imprints at all.
What if you got up after trying to console a crying friend, and found that you had no imprints… and they were crying because they missed you?
This went from being inappropriate, to being scary an to just being something sad…
we’re made up of constellations and lipstick stains
of the alcohol we drink and the books we read
we’re made up of stolen glances and the leaves that we’ve picked up
of the flowers we put in our hair and the smoke we’ve inhaled
we’re made up of loss and gain and the pain we’ve learned to endure
of the streets we’ve crossed and the sunsets we’ve watched
we’re made up of unspoken agreements and words we wish we’d said
of lost dreams and newfound hope
we’re made up of the same things and we are all human
but we are all different