Blackbird singing in the dead of night~
Just returned from a play I can't say I love, but wouldn't call disgusting or ridiculous, or pretentious. It was more ensemble than realistic, but it kinda works in my opinion.
It's so psycho and weird, and it felt like I was force fed drugs, or had my brain hacked or something.. But I kinda like it. The way black balloons descended from the ceiling to represent depression, the way she tried keeping balloons in the air and it all just falling, falling, falling...The way they used this scene to show her suicide..
Goddamn.
I'm not even confused.
I didn't understand all of it, but the parts that I got, got me. And that's why I can't dislike it.
It just makes me feel dumbfounded and a little.. Gone.
But heck was today fun. :>
Company always makes things better, what with the fact that I became okay days ago.
Welp.
Dreams, please don't twist and distort into something as crazy as today's play.
The good ones haven't been here for a while now
So I'd appreciate a great night's sleep.
Alright?
Do me a favor won't you.
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