from my friend anne, left at my livejournal mirror site (or is this site the mirror...)
No two shows are alike in the making.
Each show is living a piece of your life
in a small unreal world with its own character
and integrity; its own set of memorable experiences
and incredible happenings.
You begin to love and adapt to its strangeness.
Dreams harden into focus. You wish it would never end.
But the show does end. The dream world vanishes
like mist before a rising sun;
part of you vanishes with it.
And back you land in the real world with a thud--
uneasy, jittery, difficult to get along with.
There is only one cure.
A new show. A new, small unreal world;
new visions, experiences, incredible happenings.
Again you love it, adapt to it, wish it would never end.
But end it does. Another part of you vanishes.
That is the theatre!
wm. to annie, 1991<<
annie to tea, 2006
Tunes: archers of loaf - web in front
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