this came from my theatre professor this morning.
we were discussing the use of light in Ghosts today and its relationship to truth- specifically the blinding sunrise at the end of the play when everything is absolutely dark inside the house- and it got me thinking again about my not-so-epic fail last night.
i had a long and lonely walk home from rehearsal, with a lot of time to brood and make myself thoroughly depressed, and i was mostly pissed off that i have such recurring bad luck with relationships.
but already i can look back and say, well, at least i'm losing those illusions fast, before they consume me completely. it hurts and i'm not over him, but someday i could be.
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