outrace the speed of pain

happy monday mourning, all you cheery fucks. everyone have a lovely weekend? that's wonderful. how's that working for you? being happy and all...?

because i'm some sort of glorious sucker, i'm directing 1/3 of a show that's going up next month. excerpts from IBSEN plays. i'm directing the first act of "When We Dead Awaken", which was his last play before his expiration date. last time i directed for this theater company, i did it as a favor to a friend. this time, i don't know anybody involved. but it's okay, because i'm terrific at meeting new people. i've gotta go to the Y on the upper east side tonight to help oversee the auditions. promises to be a gas gas gas.

even though the weather's been unseasonably summery, the nights are definitely growing longer. it instills a grim sense of doom in me. like everything is not going to turn out okay. like everything is just about to get much, much worse. no hard data to back this up. just a feeling in the bones. how much loss and tragedy can one person suffer?

tomorrow's not ours to see. run for cover. then steady yourselves for the rain.