Sorry for the silence. I went offline for a week to morn my dog, or my life, or my love…. any ways it occurred to me in between intense bouts of diarrhea, that I haven’t felt “offstage” more or less since Paris… My life and work are so close now that I am always walking in and out of the theater and so all of life feels slightly theatrical… a sort of infinite series of entrances and exits. So I went home… or whatever it is as the X was off in Mex and the whole experience put the zap on my head pretty bad… ended up in bed for a few days just reading and watching movies and feeling like total hell. Still it was a warm, cozy sort of hell with big t.v.s and mixed memories.
