To be a vessel with a fulfilled role, a pour fate emptied out upon the land. Like wine to white sheets does the blood fall upon the thirsty ground. Does it drink, does it stain?
Proctor's Plague Play contains and releases, a new conduit for old energy, that remarkably adapts chapters 7-11 of Exodus into a form begging to filled and perceived once again, with loving characters beset by the reckoning they find themselves a part of.
We must ask ourselves in the end, are the things we release out into the world still within us?
To be a vessel with a fulfilled role, a pour fate emptied out upon the land. Like wine to white sheets does the blood fall upon the thirsty ground. Does it drink, does it stain?
Proctor's Plague Play contains and releases, a new conduit for old energy, that remarkably adapts chapters 7-11 of Exodus into a form begging to filled and perceived once again, with loving characters beset by the reckoning they find themselves a part of.
We must ask ourselves in the end, are the things we release out into the world still within us?