tell ’em how you really feel
i decided that i am not inconsequential; that the world needs me, that it needs me to express my point of view with as much brave precision as possible.
i decided that i am not inconsequential; that the world needs me, that it needs me to express my point of view with as much brave precision as possible.
a one act closet drama.
change is unbearably slow, that is the agonizing sincerity of it.
theatre is a life i live and wheeze, we are a coughing culture, are we not? maybe that’s why people keep mistaking us for dying.
this house is made of people. which means that it is alive, which means life doesn’t have to be this way.
welcome to carte blanche. this is a free space, let’s call it that.
When you speak, Weyni follows your words like a map, as though she expects you to be profound, as though she believes that the next word you say might hold the key to an elusive treasure.
Lately I’ve started responding to such inquiries with ethereal (and possibly irritating) catchphrases like “timeless” and “as old as the universe.”