Dear Joan
A theatre foyer. Night. It is empty. The doors are locked. But if there were a woman there...
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URGENT - WINTER WEATHER MESSAGE / HELLO FRIEND
The Sacred Something
This landscape offers things up to you – and your body takes its place among them. Rest for a moment. You do not need to make anything appear; so much is already here, and you are not even close to being in control.
A Plastic Theatre : Gloss
A plastic theatre is deathless, staticky, sticky, silent. It is scary and strangely safe. Creepy and clinical but also ubiquitous.
Imagining the Nonmaterial : Gloss
Code is written to be performed, not read. The residue of these performances appears on the screen.
Oroonoko, Called You, An Essay in Three Acts : Gloss
Who goes with Caesar? A Drama in One Act SETTING The hold. A thick and layered darkness. A heavy odor […]
The Sacred Something : Gloss
Rubbing up against each other (which is also a thing), things thing, and thinking things think about things, which is just their thing.