From: <kurtraider@msn.com>
Sent: Wednesday, February 18, 2009 6:46 AM
To: , anyone
>
> These times are strange times for many people. In a sense the writing and
> the entertainment takes on more importance. People who walk to the theater
> from the neighborhood because they don't have money to drive to the Denver
> Center and watch a $45 play. I do not know from day to day, whether the
> theater will succeed or not, but the individual events each succeed in their
> own moment. I hope the words written last forever scribbled on a page, but
> they may be burned and the computer memory erased. I was writing a short
> play yesterday and discovered what it was about in the middle. It was about
> change and discovery, which all of our lives are about. Each day we change
> and become a new person for a day. Then the dreams change us again and once
> again we become a new person. Perhaps I should call myself Kurt (365 times
> 53 minus 60 or whatever it is to be exact). But that would be cumbersome
> and no one would know anyone for real, or at least it would not have the
> perception that they knew them. So good morning, Anyone(x + T )Y.
>
> Today, I'm going to enjoy my coffee and consider who I am.
Kurt
>
>
