A quick one. I read Buried Child, a play by Sam Shepard today to try and mix my brain around with playwright juices.
I got this.
No time spent, to its nothing big. Just wanted to sketch and idea I had in my head. The bottle is a re-occuring theme through out the play and so are carrots and a wooden leg. The ending came out of nowhere though. And I think that is something that only plays can pull off, endings that completely shift a story from where it was. You can't do that with a book because people will be like, "what the fuck is this? Why is this happening? You didn't answer any questions, you just created more!" and I'll go, "I know, doesn't it just make you so pissed?"
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