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Despite being in the middle of one of the most gorgeous, stunning, mind numbingly brilliant plays I have ever read, I have managed to become thoroughly depressed with the state of the universe in general.
This is why I’m currently working on a marvelously cynical bit of self indulgence, featuring religion (a topic I generally stay away from, as it tends to border on sensationalism if it’s not handled carefully) and the current Mental Health Care system.
When I was younger, I was standing on a pier in Marseilles, when I witnessed a man being dragged away by les policiers. I had enough broken French to understand that he was apparently mad. What I discovered through asking around was that he was claiming to be Jesus.
Ever since then, I’ve found myself wondering, if Christ ever did come again, would he fare any better than he did the first time around?
How much have we really changed?
This is why I’m currently working on a marvelously cynical bit of self indulgence, featuring religion (a topic I generally stay away from, as it tends to border on sensationalism if it’s not handled carefully) and the current Mental Health Care system.
When I was younger, I was standing on a pier in Marseilles, when I witnessed a man being dragged away by les policiers. I had enough broken French to understand that he was apparently mad. What I discovered through asking around was that he was claiming to be Jesus.
Ever since then, I’ve found myself wondering, if Christ ever did come again, would he fare any better than he did the first time around?
How much have we really changed?
