There are a docket of posts I should be writing–the continuation of the Japan trip that I’ve been poking lethargically at for two years, an update on how I’m acclimating to
being repeatedly, figuratively, kicked in the teeth the New York life.
That it’s Great Comet at the forefront of my mind should come as no surprise to anyone who’s had the [mis]fortune of having to endure any amount of conversation with me in the last few months especially (that faraway smile, those misty blinks). I wrote very briefly about my first time seeing the show in my last post, but in the months since I’ve, ummm, made up for lost time? (The number isn’t important, unless you want me to replicate 😬 <– that face). I’m not entirely sure what I’m getting at by writing this—my feelings about this singular show and the people who have worked over the years to realize it are clear, whether I’ve expressed them in private or if you want to cobble together all the effusive babble on my social media platforms.
Maybe it was the tumult around the production—of which there have been sound voices and hot takes aplenty—barbed and twisting around my gut, guiding my hand now. I’m not informed enough to speak on the issues with any objectivity, nor do I think it’s my place to add anything to the conversation that hasn’t already been said. What I can do (and have already done on an individual basis) is show some love to a company and a show that didn’t deserve to be crucified in the midst of all of that.