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Name: ???
Location: the floor
Likes: sweet tea, waltz music, the word scintillant
Dislikes: torment and agony

Diary

☘ Monday, May 23rd

stumbled into some compilations of different performances of great comet and fell in love with the set design again, especially the seats embedded in the stage.

theater asks a lot of you because of the physicality of it; the actors aren't off in their own contained world, you are breathing the same air. it’s full of grand gestures and grand emotion that transmits even when you’re in the furthest seat, which is especially true for musical theater where you can't get a solitary fucking thing out of it if you don’t accept that they are going to be singing and dancing under your nose right NOW.

comet stretches it further by foregoing a ton of props and just having the characters narrate the scene themselves while they act out the emotional content of it. natasha is on her feet, hugging herself narrow like someone buried when she "throws herself down onto the sofa" and the friend whose hand she swatted away is half a world apart.

the distance between the actors chasms while pockets of audience act as their confidantes and go-betweens, as flings and lessers. they share intimate moments as they wander and loop through the stage, move at the speed of thought a turning back on itself. half the fun of watching these performances for me is also in seeing the reactions; i can't imagine awkwardly trying to stare past denée benton having a breakdown after paying for the special seating that would put you within sneezing distance of her. You either swivel or you die.

☘ Tuesday, April 12th

man

☘ Friday, April 1st

☘ Saturday, March 19th

buds the size of my fist on a tree i passed today, but mornings still make me think of that novella about the guy who falls in love with his heater. (<- conscientiously not running the heater anyway)

i forgot how fun it was to make stories with someone else.

somehow managed to keep a reading habit. i'm trying not to make any funny complaints over here but what's 女性就学機会均等法の象徴的存在 doing in a short story about baking cookies

☘ Sunday, February 20th

things have once again arranged themselves so that i wouldn't have to change. also the x-ray technician said i got enough radiation for a year ^_^

only february but i'm already dreading the summer...

☘ Saturday, Jan 15th

lately all my dreams are about kitchen implements or food going bad. that and a switch game that required you to put it in the microwave as its main gimmick