There is something neat about an empty stage. After we strike, I always walk across it and just take a deep breath. It is like the Present, where we exist. The Past is gone, but has left marks and memories all around. The floor has paint and scratches. You can't see them, but the props and costumes have been stashed away for when we will need them most. The air has a tingle of anticipation of what is to come, the Future. We all know it won't be exactly as we planned, but we forge ahead anyway, creating and filling the empty space we are standing on.
Why?
Because it is what we do.
1 comment:
Wow! That is profound and I'm glad you shared. I like the light that is left on the stage too. It leaves its own meaning.
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