i'm sure of this
There’s a feeling in me that stirs me in a most pressing desire.
I feel burdened and elated at the same time. Chicago is cold and the same day to day. I love it. The weather is gloomy; ohhh if you only knew, when it’s sunny- it’s wonderful!
The other night I went to the lake. I walked to the beach and made my way to a summit of concrete blocks. They laid skewed by mankind, forming a corroded vastness that I found comforting. The stones were cold and wobbly and by no means were the fragments a strong foundation to stand upon. But they were there, jutting into the night sky. And so, there I stood looking over the soft lake. The dark cerulean waters disappeared into the horizon as fog embodied the entire area. I stood. Tired and slightly burdened, unsure and sad, I am boy looking over a lake, alone.
I miss home. I often wonder what my family is doing, especially since I have no real way to communicate with any of them. I e-mail my Mother but she never responds. I will see them soon.
QUILLS is going extremely well. I am not quite sure how, but the cast managed to improve the play in the last three runs without any real scene work. I am proud of the sudden transformation, but I still see endless work for myself. The direction of action was mostly worked through view points; a form of acting that relies on an actor’s impulse. OH do I ever have impulses! Impulses that would shock you into a copulating disdain.
I feel deviant. I want to fly.
And, I want to hide.
But mostly, to stand out.
Content is the word.
11:58
I feel burdened and elated at the same time. Chicago is cold and the same day to day. I love it. The weather is gloomy; ohhh if you only knew, when it’s sunny- it’s wonderful!
The other night I went to the lake. I walked to the beach and made my way to a summit of concrete blocks. They laid skewed by mankind, forming a corroded vastness that I found comforting. The stones were cold and wobbly and by no means were the fragments a strong foundation to stand upon. But they were there, jutting into the night sky. And so, there I stood looking over the soft lake. The dark cerulean waters disappeared into the horizon as fog embodied the entire area. I stood. Tired and slightly burdened, unsure and sad, I am boy looking over a lake, alone.
I miss home. I often wonder what my family is doing, especially since I have no real way to communicate with any of them. I e-mail my Mother but she never responds. I will see them soon.
QUILLS is going extremely well. I am not quite sure how, but the cast managed to improve the play in the last three runs without any real scene work. I am proud of the sudden transformation, but I still see endless work for myself. The direction of action was mostly worked through view points; a form of acting that relies on an actor’s impulse. OH do I ever have impulses! Impulses that would shock you into a copulating disdain.
I feel deviant. I want to fly.
And, I want to hide.
But mostly, to stand out.
Content is the word.
11:58