Pleasures

I wish people who regularly go to the theatre attended rehearsals. Rehearsals can be wondrous things.

Calme au Blanc is growing in ways I never expected, in ways Louie never expected it to grow either, I'm sure.

I am so struck by the mental images that actors can conjure in my mind as they walk around the playing space speaking lines penned in a cramped room by a single man. Archetypes and myths become tangible to me.

I can't explain it. I wouldn't care to. I just relish the rapture.