in transit

An actress says that he is failing to understand how everything he thinks is so little is so important in what she shall do when she comes to play her part.

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A coffee cup is forgotten.

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Risks are taken. The memory of a theatre dreamed of, one where every moment flirts with an edge. The edge of incomprehension, tedium, disconnection. On the other side of which (edge) lurks revelation, fascination, absorption.

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A silence lasts forever and for a moment it's as though this might be the vortex that the whole show collapses into.

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A song lingers in the mind.

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A plastic sacks walks like an animal.

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A head shakes with life.

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Loss is enclosed in a spider's web.

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We have all been there. We shall all go there.