Fair Moon

There was a weekend and it happened and I don't have much more to say about it than that.

A sort of 10 or 12 on Saturday. All things considered, it went really well.

Easter happened on Sunday. I ate peeps and jelly beans and peanut butter m&m's for the better part of the day (after sleeping ridiculously late). Then I went to Marvelous Market at Eastern Market and ate a Caprese Sandwich. Then I listened to Gallu's play.

For the night after a day off, yesterday was a quite promising run of DALI.

What is this play about, by the way? I have to say it is a love story because I always say everything is a love story.

It is, indeed, a love story.

It is a story about love as a metaphor for war and war as a metaphor for love. It is a story about people at war with the people they love, about a people in love with war, about a planet at war with the people it loves.

In closing, and dedicated to our own lovely moon DCepticon:

Look Down, Fair Moon
from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman

Look down, fair moon, and bathe this scene;

Pour softly down night’s nimbus floods, on faces ghastly, swollen, purple;

On the dead, on their backs, with their arms toss’d wide,

Pour down your unstinted nimbus, sacred moon.