Things to keep in mind when you are in a play.

1) Just because you are a bit in love with every other actor and crew member does not mean you should act on it.

2) The "drama bubble" is dangerous. Amazing but dangerous.

3) The drama always leaks.

3) None of it is real.

4) All of it is real but you'll always wonder.

5) The curious phenomenon of the Cast Party is a wonderfully evil double-edged sword. Anything and nothing can happen. It's hard to know which you'd prefer sometimes.

Folgeschäden

tariq and maya

one dark one blonde

saw the other in a mirror

saw the other in naked light

felt the other in secret shadows

tariq and maya; one dark one deutsch

now you see him now you don't

do you doubt when he shouts?

do you doubt when he leaves?

do you doubt when he refuses to speak?

and what about when he breathes

deep into you chest to breast?

now you know him now you don't

tariq and maya

one dark one light

what devil sleeps between you at night

tariq and maya

one dark one blind

one turned on the other with a poisoned mind

Oddly comforting.

"Maybe unhappiness is the continuum through which a human life moves, and joy just a series of blips, of islands in the stream. Or if not unhappiness, then at least melancholy..."

- Salman Rushdie, The Satanic Verses

Soultastic.

The one naked dream I have I'm owning it.

I'm pissed off about something and walking angrily around the house. Enter bedroom of male housemate, snatch clothes off the bed. Exit bedroom.

Housemate from room: Were you just naked?

Me: I don't care.

How to wreck your clothes and look like a tool.

"To 'vintagize' a t-shirt, wash it at too high a temperature and then let it lie around wet so the wrinkles are fixed in place."

- H&M Fall magazine

Summer sins.

This was the summer where I had no job or class, went to too many deck parties, climbed up a roof, got high on a roof, curled up in bed with the spins.

This was the summer I went to my first big concert in Toronto, watched old Hollywood and French movies, ran at sunset and baked at midnight.

This was the summer I painted to blues rock, discovered a modern day Bob Dylan and bought two harmonicas.

This was the summer I fell in love with a new city, smoked for a month, overindulged in macarons, finally enjoyed French lessons, danced by the river, wore my shoes out and almost got killed on a bike.

This was the summer I slept in a lot, bummed around a lot, stopped worrying so much, took a break from thinking, spent more time dreaming.

I think it's time to get back to the worrying.