“I saw so much progressive art when I’ve missed my country.
I’ve sang about the blue waters
about an antique sea
about the silver fish and the seashells in the sand.”
In the beginning, there was a pause. (Not a Pinter one.) What comes after the pause? A theatrical celebration, a mise-en-scene of sorts, a revolution of all kinds… There are so many chapters to create in here and now. This is the new, and we begin this way. Now.