Content Literature, Poetry slam & proses
Stage fright All these are the precursor to trip, to fall, to get back up, to heal. On the stage. It's the light gaffer and his subpar lightings, It's the prop masters and his inadequate arrangements, It's the music engineer and the roaring music. Like a scorching coal in a bonfire, Black, burgundy orange, red, ash grey. That's the cycle and we should all know that nothing is eternal anyway. So why fret? February 07, 20 19-2020