“The light of memory, or rather the light that memory lends to things, is the palest light of all. I am not quite sure whether I am dreaming or remembering, whether I have lived my life or dreamed it. Just as dreams do, memory makes me profoundly aware of the unreality, the evanescence of the world, a fleeting image in the moving water.” – Eugene Ionesco
Loved reading this essay. How close and oh so far are we from Paris now. I will make sure I catch the show next time I get to visit.
A brilliant essay. And yes, wouldn't it be wonderful to go to Paris right now? And to a theatre. If only...