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Barbie

Is Barbie self-aware? Or is Barbie just aware of the self? Being that being cannot exist in a void we are supposed to ask ourselves asking of our selves. If this world is the next, when did we get here?

Goodbye 20th Century – the SYR sessions

Starting is the hardest. 2,3 times. Anagrama, June 10, 1997. Sunset orange. Anagrama. A Spanish word lost in a sea of French. A remnant of the Franco-Spanish war. Like catholic channel islanders who religion is dictated by proximity to france. Slow start. 9:31

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead by Tom Stoppard

Time, like confetti made shredding documents before the run toward composting, renders its space unto a void. There we wait to see if memory serves, or if memory falls apart inside the apathy of watching someone else’s story take centre stage.

American Hero by Bess Wohl

Bulging off the counter’s edge by two finger widths, the cash register teeters with no money in the till. It seats itself back enough to be comfortable, still, there is that hint of tipping over and spilling the empty contents.

JoJo Siwa: The DREAM Tour

An hour before the hour before the doors open is a swarm of starchy hair bows breaching a concourse that cannot hold itself with the amount of JoJo Siwa costumes running along the edge of downtown city traffic.

The Pirates of Penzance by Gilbert and Sullivan

Child slave labour is a boon to all, and many times over. It pays for itself after the initial orientation training and there isn’t much to leave behind in profits or sharing the loot. Far less harsh than believing in something as retrograde as reciprocal company loyalty.

Avengers: Endgame

From the ruins of a devastating defeat at the fingers of Thanos, the Avengers come around to push the narrative that collective bargaining agreements and a unionised workforce can triumph.

Willie Nelson & Family

There is something rotten in the air. A dead noise. Volume is cranked up and lips are moving at the beat of the strum. Nothing much comes from it. It is the sound of being halved and it runs the whole night.

Lexington Comic & Toy Convention 2019

Funko Pop! Vinyls are all over the place. Three booths side-by-side are guts overflowing with the generic looking figures. Turn again and another booth is chockas with the stuff. Blank eyes for all the aisles to see.

Captain Marvel

Emptiness rings out at the late night session. Nobody sidles up to plonk down in the theatre seats beside. Gone are the crowds ready to drown out the on-screen dialogue. It’s hours from midnight when the bleeding starts.

Boats Against The Current by William H. McCann, Jr.

Time keeps slipping. Life putters on and stumbling is the better part of trying to catch up. Watching it fall apart is where the audience comes to mind.

Love Letters with Meredith Baxter & Michael Gross

Coarse hacking coughs linger in the air between silences. Tension cuts itself with a dusting of deep swallowing sounds. The audience has saliva no more.

Miss Bennet: Christmas at Pemberley

Needles of the spruce shake off and litter the base of the Christmas tree. There in the middle of Pemberley house, a cut of nature stands in a spot of water dressed for the occasion. The awkwardness is centre stage.
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