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When the sun fell,
The sky cracked.
Not in blues and whites and storms
But like a teacup
Or glass
Or an iPhone when you drop it 6 inches above the floor.
It was immediate and definite,
the way you always know
if you've broken something irreparably.
That special pitch, the vibrations
in the air
arrowing straight for your eardrums
with certainty,
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I hate pink. Not as a whole, really, pink is perfectly fine, but as a redhead with copper/orange undertones. I hate it ( Read more... ) -
The Labyrinth
He watched her through the glass, her figure small against the darkness and vastness of the forest around her. He watched her, and he worried. And he waited.
Sarah ran her hand along the row of books, humming softly and letting her fingers catch and bounce along the spines. She knew this part of the library intimately; faeries, dragons, demons, ( Read more... ) -
apparently there is no statute of limitations on feeling guilty
I was just randomly clicking through my livejournal and came across my messages. Like, my notifications. I don't know if I didn't have notifications on, or if this was round when the new version of LJ went live....but I found 30 old comments on my posts that I never interacted with. From 9 years ago.
I feel SO BAD.
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Robot/Pirate
Ok so we just had a conversation about - well, it was about comedy, but the subject matter is not particularly important. I was trying to explain the difference between someone trying to be funny, and someone....well, trying to be funny, but in this case succeeding. Does anyone else know what I mean? In comedy you're always told to not try to be ( Read more... ) -
Why are you an actor?
A friend asked a question on facebook; 'Actor friends, why are you an actor?'
First, I thought, well, I'm an actor because who else is going to guide you through the highs and lows of human existence? And then I thought, I'm an actor because I want to experience what life is like through other people's eyes. And then I thought, neither of those ( Read more... ) -
G said he believed theatre was inherently political and I started musing
What is theatre? What does it do? Is theatre inherently political - inherently anything?
There are the cut and dry answers. It illustrates for us how society 'should' work, it gives us templates for normal and aberrant behavior, it provides catharsis....Little Red Riding Hood was a fable to teach girls to not trust men, Oedipus showed how sleeping ( Read more... ) -
Words
I am a master of notes
Lines scribbled on bits of paper or napkins
or receipts or cigarette cartons,
half started stories in unnamed word documents scattered across my desktop
Are they lonely, I wonder? They’re probably lonely,
gathering dust, crinkled into boxes or purses or the bottom of cars,
stuck into jacket pockets only to be forgotten and ( Read more... ) -
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There’s something oddly comforting about hotels. The beige walls and short carpet, usually with an eye seizing design on it. The little click as the key works and the door unlocks. That particular scent, like fresh laundry, washed with a soap that is familiar but which you’ve never been able to purchase. I love walking into a hotel room. The ( Read more... )
