Kurrs' Digital Tapestry of Words

The wake for my immersive theatre troupe was strange. An odd gathering of people connected through time, a string of over twenty large, many who had never met before. I played in 2002, I played in 2005, I started in 2001, I finished in 2003. I joined in the first chronicle, I was only there for the end of the fifth, I was there for the second and third. Some people didn't show that I was expecting, and others I wasn't sure would did. There was a sense of unease in the air, a gathering of people that probably will never happen again, yet still united in their sense of belonging in the myth cycle that we created.

I didn't cry, I was too wrapped up in making everything work. I talked for hours, trying to explain the whats, the whys and the hows, and even asked for water as my throat began to become hoarse. And, like a good wake, most everyone got pretty drunk. Megali almost passed out on her way home and I think Alex accidentally(?) kicked in my window. That, or he disappeared long enough for the random miscreants to do it. Truth be told, I really have no way of knowing, and Alex isn't even certain how he ended up outside, let alone where he had been. It was pretty scary, the sound of a breaking window bringing you to wakefulness is not something I'd liked to repeat. My landlord suggested that it was probably some drunkard and I resisted snickering.

The next day I read a few accounts of what people thought, and it brought the tears on again. Bereft of excuses of practicality, it struck me in waves and I can feel it resting at the edge of the shadow of my feet. I never have created anything quite so sublime as this, and in many ways I wonder if I ever will again.

Maybe I'll write...

Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: Metric - Grow Up And Blow Away
Currently Eating: Whole Wheat Wrap w/ Basmati Rice, Refried Beans, and Blue Cheese