A short story
January 3, 2017 § Leave a comment
I put this up as a status on Facebook and then thought, well this is an actual piece of writing. I should respect it as such. And maybe if I post shorter quips and observations, I won’t be so intimidated by my own blog. Because this year is going to be my year of artistry; so as my my shop manager says, if less is more, more is fabulous. Anyway this is my little observation of the day.
Today I was sitting in the lobby of my new therapist’s office, and there were two women in it describing some mundane experiences to each other, I think as some sort of exercise but maybe that’s just how they are all the time, and my ears pricked up because they were talking about Fences. One was saying how she really enjoyed it even though it was a play, or it didn’t seem like a play, or she didn’t know it was a play and it surprised her, something.
And the other was prompting her and steering the conversation in this smooth transitional way, and together they briefly discussed theatre and film in what legitimately sounded like a stream of consciousness experimental script for some avant-garde or absurdist theatre company. Think Grey Gardens, but sitting calmly in the lobby of a therapist’s office, speaking in hushed tones about Denzel Washington. It made me think about how in Shakespeare’s scripts you can tell two characters’ relationship if they step all over each others’ lines and finish each others’ beats.
It was kind of amazing, and I wish you all could have been there to experience it with me. But I’m also glad I got to experience it all by myself and then describe it to you because I can’t get it out of my head.
Art comes in all forms, y’all.