Today I did a stage combat photo shoot. Now I have to memorize about three pages of dialogue. Tomorrow I will go to class, lie on the floor and barely move for two hours. Then I’ll perform Chekhov, immediately followed by a modern playwright, and then fight some more.
I always wonder what my friends from high school who went on to do normal things with their lives think of what I’m doing.
And I wonder what four years ago me would have thought.