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Friday, November 05, 2004
a little act or gesture can mean so much, like the ripple effect in a still pond, spreading outwards in ever largening concentric circles. and it's amazing how another tiny act can serve to neutralise all negative effects of the previous ripple, almost like a charitible act towards a starving person.
I am not in rapture, there is nothing to be elated about.
I am not upset, nothing has caused sorrow to me.
I am merely content, and that is enough.
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
to sit in the semi-darkness and watch everything fall into place, the lights and sound, coming together and everything in its' rightful place and position, enhancing and complementing each other........ the final full-dress run is always the most thrilling.
as i sit on the balcony during the preset, watching the lights, feeling the mood and atmosphere, getting into the pace, a mixture of adrenaline, urgency and serenity washes over me, and i feel at one with the set, yet apart from it, watching...... it's beautiful, this feeling, where everything starts to make sense, and the theatre works its magic. i love the stage, it is this that i live for.
nothing matters in the things that we do, it is in how we do it that counts. reason and rhyme are dropped for aesthetics and functionality. the I ceases, and becomes Us... the Why vaporises, and becomes If...
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the other If sets in... If only I had... but it's too late now, not now, no no
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