Sunday, January 23, 2011
Today was my first day back at work since the floods. I spent hours wandering in the dark through the cadaverous body of what is normally the state's most prestigious theatre. It was very beautiful and sad and unforgettable. Every thing had been left as though the owners would return, though they never did. It was all very 'Titanic', with significantly less Celine Dion. My imagination is not suited to such a task, and the lonely ethereal ballet costumes started to move and dance in the eternal black all around me. Theatres have too much life and passion and colour to be left in darkness.