It cannot be else.

Each time I put on a show, I am surprised anew at how much brain space it takes up, how much time even the smallest tasks can take. Even with a small thing – something improvised, for example or a reading with no rehearsal. I willfully forget how much such a thing will require…or maybe I don’t willfully forget. I do forget but maybe it’s like the way women forget the pain of labor so that they can have another child. The body might just facilitate the forgetting of such things. We just – pretend – or fool ourselves – into thinking that it will be a breeze, that we’ve reduced so much of the work around a thing that even though every other show we’ve ever put on demanded everything of us, this one will be different. And yet –

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