I can imagine this as sort of a choreopoem - masked dancers strutting around the stage, chanting these lines, as the audience squirms and pretends that it's not about them. Brilliant.
I can imagine this as sort of a choreopoem - masked dancers strutting around the stage, chanting these lines, as the audience squirms and pretends that it's not about them. Brilliant.
It's amazing how our personal art can take souls on diverse beautiful journeys. Thank you for the read ! :)