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A Meniscus Around My Fingers

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The sun filters through and different hues dance on the table top and blind my eyes. I’m busy but I’ve stopped, and I run my finger softly over it. Its surface, as smooth as a mirror, seems to form a meniscus around my fingers and just for a moment I’m not sure where it begins and I end.

Parking Lot Theatre : Gloss

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The driver with whom I was partnered was unable to lower his window, which required him to communicate with nonverbal indicators that I could not understand.

Theatre of the Everyday

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We are used to producing theatre that is designed to remove us from ourselves. Theatres enable us, the audience, to […]