I’ve been to see a film of a play! A luscious
experience. Enjoyment piled upon enjoyment. Time out from real life. It was
witty and succinct, and moved at a satisfying pace. What worries me now is
retaining the memory of it. I feel it slipping from me hour by hour. I don’t
want to lose it. I’m trying to re-live it to fix it in my memory bank. Will it
be enough just to remember that I had a wonderful experience without the detail
of the author’s cleverness.
The actor’s were totally believable, but even
they have to slip back in to their everyday selves. Does their next role throw
a cloak over the memory or will it be forever part of who they are.
Maybe it is that my experience of today
will become part of who I am, a fragment of the whole.
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