does anyone really blog anymore? what once were "blogs" are now freelance articles for the Huffington Post, pithy comments vomited on twitter, or hasty photoshopped gifs on tumblr.
i imagine, truthfully, that this is yet an over ambitious attempt to begin fresh at the start of a journey.
and that it is. another, only slightly less surprising, trip across the pond. in, what?, 10 days i will board another transatlantic flight, running away from the present to the murky shores of africa. my old age has worn away the more romantic notions of such a trip. it's not so much that i see it for what it will be, but that i have few illusions of what it could be. that being said, i have set my sights much higher than they should be.
in the most simplistic terms, i will be forming a theatre company and attempting to study the process and then say some stuff about it. for someone who hasn't had a professional job in a year, this will be a bit of a miracle of good luck. but why the hell not? you gotta shake things up. make things come to you.
at least that's what i used to say. i'm a bit out of practice, for too many reasons.
but now i have africa. the motherland. the heart of darkness. ok, maybe not all of that. but as Dinesen said:
"Up in this high air you breathed easily, drawing in a vital assurance and lightness of heart. In the highlands you woke up in the morning and thought: Here I am, where I ought to be."
i imagine, truthfully, that this is yet an over ambitious attempt to begin fresh at the start of a journey.and that it is. another, only slightly less surprising, trip across the pond. in, what?, 10 days i will board another transatlantic flight, running away from the present to the murky shores of africa. my old age has worn away the more romantic notions of such a trip. it's not so much that i see it for what it will be, but that i have few illusions of what it could be. that being said, i have set my sights much higher than they should be.
in the most simplistic terms, i will be forming a theatre company and attempting to study the process and then say some stuff about it. for someone who hasn't had a professional job in a year, this will be a bit of a miracle of good luck. but why the hell not? you gotta shake things up. make things come to you.
at least that's what i used to say. i'm a bit out of practice, for too many reasons.
but now i have africa. the motherland. the heart of darkness. ok, maybe not all of that. but as Dinesen said:
"Up in this high air you breathed easily, drawing in a vital assurance and lightness of heart. In the highlands you woke up in the morning and thought: Here I am, where I ought to be."
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