I stood,

and watched as the theatre became a hall and the hall became a passageway. Costumes became clothes, props became junk, actors became people again and the band, wound and tight like a clock, disintegrated and filtered out through school doors.

Theatre was born in this way, laymen became gods and monsters folded out of wagons, the Devil was a boy with horns and an overabundance of vowels slipped through the air like a serf with a beer.

I love this cycle, set up, communicate, amaze, pack up, roll on. People need stories, emotions, arms, hands, togetherness, and even if just for a moment, or two weeks, or six months-

the theatre will always give us that.