ms. d, day twenty eight thousand, two hundred and sixty three
a one act closet drama.
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.