A place without a soul. Which is weird to say because how can a play have a soul.
Reading this poem made me think of the typical American dream. How what’s sold is fiction and the reality is window dressing over a starvation for meaning. Because that’s what I sense is missing from this place you describe. Meaning. .
I am down with this writing project of yours. Very cool.
Yay! So happy you’re in. I’m still in the early stages here, and it’s really good to have you aboard.
A place without a soul. Which is weird to say because how can a play have a soul.
Reading this poem made me think of the typical American dream. How what’s sold is fiction and the reality is window dressing over a starvation for meaning. Because that’s what I sense is missing from this place you describe. Meaning. .
Wow!!
Thanks Janice! ♡