I find such fear in the idea of forgetting. Yet, time makes clearing caches of us all, doesn't it? We can't stop that we'll forget, nor can we prevent our loved ones from forgetting. What we can do, and what we can hope for, is a love that itself will always exist, no matter who we are or where we are. Robert LeBlanc showcases a horrifying beauty in this play. To hear of someone's love for you with little pretense, to have one who remains no matter what... No matter the fear, there is love and hope here. Love. Hope.
I find such fear in the idea of forgetting. Yet, time makes clearing caches of us all, doesn't it? We can't stop that we'll forget, nor can we prevent our loved ones from forgetting. What we can do, and what we can hope for, is a love that itself will always exist, no matter who we are or where we are. Robert LeBlanc showcases a horrifying beauty in this play. To hear of someone's love for you with little pretense, to have one who remains no matter what... No matter the fear, there is love and hope here. Love. Hope.