To Masochists Of The Theatre (second letter)

I’d like to provide you with an ongoing distraction — the crossing of a landscape — an always singular imagination. If I’m able to take you there, please don’t litter. Don’t feed the animals. Don’t ask me to explain what is going on.
Enter your part. Become your character. Don’t worry about typecasting or career success. Map the stage as if it were the project of a lifetime. Never stop to ask if this could all be different — somehow beyond any current frame of reference.
This world will be everything you need to know. It will inscribe your morphology. It will decide what you see with your own eyes.
You will stand before strangers on a regular basis and ask them to like you and appreciate what you’ve done. You will be judged, or perhaps ignored, repeatedly.
And so… I’d like to provide you with an ongoing distraction — the crossing of a landscape — an always singular imagination. If I’m able to take you there, please don’t litter. Don’t feed the animals. Don’t ask me to explain what is going on.
Enter your part. Become your character. Don’t worry about typecasting or career success. Map the stage as if it were the project of a lifetime. Never stop to ask if this could all be different — somehow beyond any current frame of reference.
This world will be everything you need to know. It will inscribe your morphology. It will decide what you see with your own eyes.
You will stand before strangers on a regular basis and ask them to like you and appreciate what you’ve done. You will be judged, or perhaps ignored, repeatedly.

And so… I’d like to provide you with an ongoing distraction — the crossing of a landscape — an always singular imagination. If I’m able to take you there, please don’t litter. Don’t feed the animals. Don’t ask me to explain what is going on…
jeremy