Opening (up) night.

Tonight is opening night for my play The Memory Palace. Above is a picture from the dress rehearsal last night. It’s the first time anyone experienced the work besides me–and I quickly realized that this is still very much a piece in progress. The themes I’m tackling are really hard: blindness, trust, and loneliness; as explored by my mother when she was just beginning to get really sick. I’m kind of amused that I threw myself on the grenade like this. But what else could I have done? The memory demanded to be dealt with. And, at the end of three weeks, this is what I have. It’s good enough for now.

P.S. I love you, Mom.

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