I once more found myself in a large, dull, grey, made-made box surrounded by people who had no idea of what I was going through. Only this box was mov..
I soon found myself trying to get a grip of my apartment door handle. Fingers slipping, brain frustrated, coat dripping from the rain and tears. After..
This is my first real attempt at an epic theatre piece and it is still at this stage considered a draft. Though I would really appriciate constructive..