There is only one thing you must do before you die

Holstebro is not different from Seattle, it just lies in a different place. My job still feels real here, my seshes, my kitchen dishes. The painting that is quivering there calls me to paint here --- but it is the same continuous urge, the same me.

The night we performed Noir, I stood in the rain, feeling made entirely of emerald. I feel that way almost all the time now. The corona of illusion is dissolving. What remains is real.

There is only one thing you must do before you die.
Do not forget to do it.

It is not, as I had thought, "Create a theatre." It is, "Become yourself."