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Surely youre not still just … hanging up clothes?
The play is mostly an excuse for clowning, but wistfulness penetrates it.
Imagine if all you dreamed of was other people, and then those other people werent much help?
I certainly make myself lonely; imagine how lonely Id be if there were more of me.
In the 7 p.m. performance recording, look for which Gelb crushes his glasses.)
All spaces, of course, are the same space.
Were in that special Tardis-jot down infinity, a thousand bulkheads bounded in a nutshell.
Nutshells, lets face it, are where many of us live right now.
Work likethe 7th voyagemakes confinement a virtue, a prompt to imagination.
Somehow, despite the noose around the dolls neck,Django in Painis actually a very buoyant 25 minutes.
All that invisible support!
Tei Blow reads to us, dreamily, from theTsurezuregusa, Yoshida Kenkos 14th-century collection of essays.
It is a stream-of-consciousness creation, part of the literaryzuihitsutradition that follows the brush, Blow tells us.
The podcast encourages you to let your mind work in the same, soft way.
The episode doesnt so much end as fade.
The brush goes dry, but our thoughts go on, carried by the gesture.
