Faux Fu

Saturday, May 29, 2004

Up before the crack of dawn. No sun yet. Brimming with energy. Think I'm on the cusp of a new adventure. Not sure what lies ahead, that's part of the kick.

The human brain, (remember this is one brain, thinking about BRAINS) is an amazing, resiliant thing. All my plays have been about the brain unbound. My process is to follow the thought, let it roll out as it wishes. There is some kind of coherance, even if it's not always apparent.

Lately, in some kind of 'state of grace.' It's not a big thing. No trumpets, no angels, just a sweet kind of peace. A rebellious, unruly, rock and roll peace?

Convinced there is an unfolding. No turning back. Wisdom in the cracks, the spaces between words, between thoughts.

Jumping at shadows too. Not in fear, but in exuberance.

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