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Sunday, January 20, 2013
On the Virtues of Mindlessness
Pretty much all I do is wake and sleep, watch a little mindless television while I’m awake, which helps to put me back into my own unthinking state of dusky hibernation. It’s not unpleasant.
My imagination is customarily far too active and enthusiastic. It’s a nice change to put it aside and turn down the volume on its alerts and alarms.
Of course, the real reason for this retreat has to do with the upcoming resumption of my theatre work (can I call what I do “theatre work”?). I’m having trouble gathering a cast for Battle of Angels, and I’m not so sure if this thing is going to be “a go.”
So, since I cannot run away geographically, I mentally bolt back to my empty dark cave. It is there in that airless duskiness where potential solutions to my questions flit into view and offer me solace. You see, I believe I can do this show with the people I’ve got and a twist of imagination on all our parts.
But will an audience grasp what we are doing?
Should I care so much?
Or should I concentrate on the “vision thing” and let the outcome speak for itself?
That’s a rhetorical question.
The consumer I have always wooed is in my empty head.