Summertime

In april nevertheles.
My blood is heavy but circulates faster.
My hair is really messy.

I am going to see my own show today again. It is a fasciating thing, theatre is - you sit with many people in the same room and the lights are all pretty and everyting that happens on stage you know, most of it you created and everybody is looking at that for a whole hour.
Nobody talks.
Nobody is on the phone.
No computers either.

It is a fascinating microcosmos of fictional reality.
It is a very rare and intensive encounter and experience with starngers, theatre is.

Yet there was this person, a little woman with bare feet and curly hair, she had red wine and soure cream in front of her.

This person farted.
The fart was short but loud.

Theatre is really funny sometimes.