Following on yesterday's post, I did in fact attend the opening night of Simon Van Booy's play Hindsight at the Drilling Company (quite happily seated next to the author himself), and it was delightful to see yet another facet of the writer's magic with a few more doses of humor thrown in. Without giving away any of the story, which I myself should not have delved into (by reading the press information, but such is my curiosity), I will say that most definitely it is well worth the short space of an evening to go see it, for it will most likely cast a reflection back on yourself and this thing called "life"
The following are images from the stage proper, and the bench is where most of the activity is centered. After the end of the play, while the members of the audience (most of whom seemed to be acquainted with the author) were exchanging congratulations and greetings, I too sat (alone) on the bench, thinking of time- my own, ours, and all of it.
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| before they appear and after they have gone/is it ever the same? |
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