Musings

Death of a Salesman:

Atmosphere and energy is critical. Theater has never felt this spiritual to me.

The concentration of the actors

Their full transformation into the role,

How much they are willing to give to those around them- a heartbreaking honesty.

The energy of those surrounding me.

Good vibes and hugs and support.

Another family.

I somehow keep stumbling into these beautiful families that I am not worthy of.

The sacredness surrounding every step of the process.

The faith that was put in me

Mainly blind

To be blessed with the chance to be a part of this show.

The circle. The breathing. The energy. The connections.

The show itself, with the raw questions, usually hidden and avoided, that it forces on the audience with both harshness and tenderness.

Leaving them affected and in thought.

Connections. Humanity. Creation.

Rain:

We made it to the rain.

After the final show, at the cast party, someone looked to the window.

And there was a light rain. Niko and I looked in awe- as freshman, we had heard that it rained here, but had written it off as myth.

Weather doesn’t happen here.

It ranges from hot to hotter, with occasional fog.

Never rain.

There was rain, or the Abu Dhabi equivalent, that night.

So many were outside, faces uplifted to the mist.

And it was beautiful. 

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