Sick, really sick. At home in bed today. Sad to have missed our last day of blocking on our week of connecting closely to the text. It’s been such a powerful time. There’s a runthrough tomorrow, our second, and we go into tech next week.

In the delirium of sleeping for eighteen hours, dreaming of geometric shapes. And FLATLAND.

“I am no Woman,” replied the Straight Line: “I am the Monarch of the World. But thou, whence intrudest thou into my realm of Lineland?”

See, I think that a great way to tell a story of multiple dimensions and overlapping realities would be with flexible, choral casting: with the identities of the ensemble shifting as the dimensions shift.

Some of this comes from the isolation exercises I’ve always done as part of the longer choral workshops. And some of it from the infamous “Grid” of Planet Viewpoints.

Some of it probably comes from just wanting a challenge more ridiculous than MARRIAGE OF HEAVEN AND HELL. As the Square writes, “This is the hope of my brighter moments.”

PS, the 2319 girls have a Labradoodle, Murray, and he has a Facebook page. Even dogs.