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This comes without logic or chronology..
Adelaide fringe festival,Expensive fancy posh house parties with sunburn and the hat game, skins, artist bar, the hamlet apocalypse, the struggle, the confusion, the terror of the new, in god we trust, the first day we played with paper, the show, the transformation, the actors, tatey, late night tech rehearsals, first preview, the orchard project, the flirting, the day with the all the interns, singing maybe this time, cabaret, teaching butoh, singing Yiddish, bogart, 6 inch heels, ari, drunken nights afterwards, winter-cold rendezvous with Cassandra, drama that seems so small now, new York city, skype styles photoshoots, sleepless grant writing nights, international collaboration, vanguard, children of war, the actors, their bravery, their commitment, their ability, chris, Kat, Kath, brave nights with melbourne friends turn strangers again turn friends and lovers so briefly, A.R.T students, the resistance, the shift, the transformation, the pride, the night of once in hell, the unspoken, Janos vs wonderland, capturing the beauty of those involved..
The time I had to face myself, to run at and from myself, to reconcile then destroy to reconsider and recreate myself, the resolution (still brewing)
I am lucky, I am thankful, I will not stop.
This is, love.
Happy new year motherfuckers.