Well, I feel it's high time, I break a couple of rules with my goody-goody self. Besides I can always remove this later.
First, I think it's important for me to say there will be all kinds of typos and typo-like shenanigans as I'm typing while tipsy. There. That being said....
"The Convert" was one of the most amazing theatrical and personal experiences I have ever had. Ever. Eeeevvvvvveeeer.
I won't be able to articulate it. Sorry. I know that's what you were probably expecting since this is a blog. But, I can't. What I will do is just list some random thoughts, epiphanies, memories, etc. Some of which, perhaps many of which, may make no sense to you.
Pretend you're reading one of those poems that you think is just too deep for ya, but ya still hope you're gonna get something out of it.....or when you're listening to the classical music station and you want to change the channel with a "what the fuck IS that???" but you sit and listen, because maybe it's just beyond your grasp right now, but if you give it a chance........
Yeah, I've revealed too much. Anyhoo......
My slightly sloshy but will somehow be profound (hopefully) Convert thoughts:
Jesus must fall off the cross on impact
Google, really? really?
Ish! Ish! Ish!
Desks that break away
Chairs that roll away
He's absolving, let's go
movement piece in the wings
that damn necklace
mommy, don't go to work
mommy, i might miss you
mommy, are you going to work or not
circle of love on an empty stage
longing and missing