A funny thing happens when I know I'm in a place for a specific, brief amount of time. Relationships accelerate, their curves and crannies compounding to fit the full range of my humanity into x amount of days, complete with soulmates and nemeses. Time is rich. Even the quality of the light seems more like light, the night seems more nightish. I sleep less. I swear more. I fall in love with everyone's talent like a floozy, and then get my heart broken like a child.
|Some of my TAM peeps|
One of the plays I'm in is Blythe Spirit by Noel Coward, in which I get the scrumptious slapstick role of the maid. It's a romantic comedy about ghosts, kind of, that is both comforting and disturbing. It has us all joking a lot about death (you know, like you do) and busting out a lot of joy. As if the mood weren't bizarre enough, the apartments I'm living in are across from a cemetery. We are all somewhat bemused about it. There's a metaphor in there somewhere, not sure where...(yup, was a literature major)...
Not to be macabre, but I've kind of gotten an immense kick out of the intense temporality of this particular theater contract, which is bleeding over into a new kick out of the temporality of life the universe and everything. We are all here with no pretenses about the fact that most of us are not neighbors after August, and that after our 10 weeks we'll all split to different roads. It's kind of a rush to be so honest, like taking a shot of adrenaline in the arm: it might kill you later, but it will make you feel great for a while.
|On the wall of Toad Hall|
Like true love, life and death, the course of time itself gathers no moss. As my Dad likes to say, this is not a dress rehearsal. Time stretches and vanishes and leaves explosions of inspiration in its wake. During our greatest adventures, we're still across the street from the graveyard. Time. Our frail mystic ships are wrecked on it; our loves and hearts are all stranded together in time and we are all swimming together in the soup. This summer and these roles are temporary. I myself am temporary. I am so glad that I get to go along for the ride.