Standing in the vast, empty quiet space of the nearly gutted theater this afternoon, I could help but wonder what kind of celebrations will take place here. This morning at 8 am, sledgehammers cracked against wood; workmen hollered across the vast space to each other; power saws churned out sawdust. The whole space was vibrating and echoing with noise and action. But now.
Right now, the room is calm and quiet. I stood on the stage and looked out at the expanse of space. Even in its demolition state, it is beautiful. It is full of possibility. It's like the anticipation just before the curtain rises, just before the party begins. Even in the quiet, there is a faint hum of what is about to be.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
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