Wednesday, October 29, 2003
Things can be a lot clearer when you're drugged up on no sleep, especially when you're in the theatre.
Suddenly everything makes a lot more sense and you remember why his eyes held you in the first place, how they used to ground you so that the world stopped moving and your universe was lit up with rockets.
It's the things you remember at 4:00 AM when walking with your sound board operator to her car and looking at a tree that will forever hold memories of a boy in a pickup truck, the playground as a backdrop. Realizing that it wasn't what you thought it was, and realizing that it doesn't hurt anymore to look at that tree.
Everything sort of slides together and the cold air wraps around you and the world makes sense again. People who bring you candy and offer to lose hours of sleep for your passion because they love you slide into your heart. The things that truly matter glare brightly in the midnight hours and everything else fades.
The reasons I 'do theatre' abound. I couldn't even begin to describe them here. But that's one side of the millions.
Goodnight.
. celebrate . `@ 4:12 AM
