I don't include the use "fucking" in any of my retellings of conversations with you for the same reason that I don't include the way others say "umm". Because, you know, that just ain't necessary.
I was so hoping to go through my return day in Hong Kong without having to hit up an ATM, but then realized that I needed to refill my Octopus* card at the airport. The leftover cash went into souvenir tea and candy collections at the Peninsula gift shop.
* I have a screed in reserve for the next MBTA budgetary crisis where I am convinced (convinced) that the MBTA can return to solvency by following Hong Kong's example and striking a deal so that people can use their Charlie Cards at a Dunkin Donuts
"crossing the path of Three Weeks Ago at the Mid-Levels Escalators and the second class deck of the Star Ferry." Sounds like a performance I'd want to see/make.
I'm intrigued now by the idea of staging something where the audience rides the Mid-Levels Escalators and the performers are in the staircases parallel to it. Something sort of like old-school side-scrolling video games, but instead of the scene moving, the viewer does. Or maybe something more voyeuristic: staged conversations just loud enough to be overheard. A variation on La Ronde might be fun, with the breaks in escalator sections representing scene breaks.
actually, I'd be thinking of putting little dioramas or silent plays in each of the shops and apartments that are on eye level with the escalators and you could, if you wanted to, walk back and forth across the mid levels to indulge in little set pieces that catch your eye, or watch the parallel narrative that unfolds as you ride along the escalator -- all Sleep No More style. And as per the line above, it all eventually ends when you get to the bottom of the Mid Levels near Central and can just walk a few blocks south to catch the final act on the second class deck of the Star Ferry as it crosses to Kowloon.
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I was so hoping to go through my return day in Hong Kong without having to hit up an ATM, but then realized that I needed to refill my Octopus* card at the airport. The leftover cash went into souvenir tea and candy collections at the Peninsula gift shop.
* I have a screed in reserve for the next MBTA budgetary crisis where I am convinced (convinced) that the MBTA can return to solvency by following Hong Kong's example and striking a deal so that people can use their Charlie Cards at a Dunkin Donuts
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I'm intrigued now by the idea of staging something where the audience rides the Mid-Levels Escalators and the performers are in the staircases parallel to it. Something sort of like old-school side-scrolling video games, but instead of the scene moving, the viewer does. Or maybe something more voyeuristic: staged conversations just loud enough to be overheard. A variation on La Ronde might be fun, with the breaks in escalator sections representing scene breaks.
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