Sunday, May 13, 2012

Monologue

It's like that dream you have when you forget the words and, panicking, freeze.

Moments...

The nervous laughter...

In the dream there's always a spotlight--to shine, shadowless, on your inadequacy--

To blacken the faces of the masses of judges.

Courage brought you here. But ineptitude is a more consummate reflector.

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