The Death of Titan
Dear livejournal,
tonight spells the end of a beautiful thing, the end of Puppet and Object Theatre. The cast party was a time of reflection for me, one where many things happened and didn't happen. Where some appeared and disappeared and nothing signifigant happened. Amidst sips of whisky and gingerale, which ends up tasting like a muscle linament beverage, or possibly bubbly cough syrup, I see all the faces that surrounded me for 9 weeks. People pull me close and tell me kind things, comradery is at its hieght, people assure me that they will indeed see me again. I am sure that the copious alchol played ever so heavily in these events, but it feels nice to believe and to be flattered.
I suppose there won't be any more dance parties, no more movement workshops, no more huge episodes that take control of the entire piece, no more rumors and gossip, no more class,.. Le sigh, no more POT for anybody. Only thing left to do is part ways and wave when you see a face you know in the future.
Life goes on, despite my wishes to the contrary constantly. I'm tired now, and so now, I am going to wrap this up with a question everybody will ignore when posting, or not posting, or whatever.
Who would win in a fist-fight? Brigham Young or Moses?
Joel, signing off
tonight spells the end of a beautiful thing, the end of Puppet and Object Theatre. The cast party was a time of reflection for me, one where many things happened and didn't happen. Where some appeared and disappeared and nothing signifigant happened. Amidst sips of whisky and gingerale, which ends up tasting like a muscle linament beverage, or possibly bubbly cough syrup, I see all the faces that surrounded me for 9 weeks. People pull me close and tell me kind things, comradery is at its hieght, people assure me that they will indeed see me again. I am sure that the copious alchol played ever so heavily in these events, but it feels nice to believe and to be flattered.
I suppose there won't be any more dance parties, no more movement workshops, no more huge episodes that take control of the entire piece, no more rumors and gossip, no more class,.. Le sigh, no more POT for anybody. Only thing left to do is part ways and wave when you see a face you know in the future.
Life goes on, despite my wishes to the contrary constantly. I'm tired now, and so now, I am going to wrap this up with a question everybody will ignore when posting, or not posting, or whatever.
Who would win in a fist-fight? Brigham Young or Moses?
Joel, signing off