Edge

Today is the day that I am going to die.

I watched a woman struggle with herself, laugh, cry, have a psychotic breakdown, commit suicide and rise from the dead over and over endlessly like Lazarus only she left pieces of herself behind every time.

and then it was intermission. Edge is the story of Sylvia Plath and her "suicide" and the poet-laureate Ted Hughes, adulterer, black magic warlock, and the center of his universe.

There aren't a lot of words that I can use to sum up that expeirence. Intense, pure, exhilirating. I actually talked with the lady actress and she shook my hand and I am never washing it again. it literally tingled with the electricity of her prescene.

and I met Henry Chang the man behind the steamy noir haze of Chinatown Beat. i liked him and his yo's and dudes and subtle philosophy. I think i want to be him when I grow up. Comfortable in my skin and my passion.