The spine is bent. It is open at an angle it shouldn’t be. I can’t look anymore, it’s too much. You have to be in the mood for a war story, it’s like being on a bumpy plane or choppy waters, hard on the stomach. I go between that and the view from my window. Sometimes you can imagine the music matches the scene you’re in and was made for this exact moment. And why shouldn’t it be? This life is a movie. But if you put yourself in the eyes of the audience would it change what you do onstage? I’m happy to just watch and smile, and not change a thing.
The view from my window
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