Trunk Show

I watched a designer run through of Elephant Man today in the rehearsal space across the street. I'd previously seen the black-and-white David Lynch version many years ago and harbored certain reservations about a secondary experience (not in terms of story quality, but rather redundancy). The hour passed swiftly and, as often happens during workday experiences that vary from the regular clicks and mumbles, I found myself engrossed and even moved to scratch down a line posed by the titled character himself:

What happens to dreams when they cannot get out?

If ever the chance occurs that I get to determine a writing topic for a class, that question would serve as my first assignment. I may, in the near future, simply assign it to myself.