By this group called The Anatomy Collective. They attempt to capture what it is to live in the city through movement pieces. The one I saw at Fringe captured how people go about their lives on public transportation and such.
One of the things I took from the show was how in the midst of everyone around you, these are the few times you really do have those moments to be alone. I rode on the El today in order to waste some time before meeting up for dinner plans. The bus would take me right there, but I wanted to just sit and be in my own world. As I was riding the El I thought about all the people that were around me. It’s almost as though you’re expected to remain in your own world as opposed to interacting with others. You’re expected to respect everyone’s private thoughts and moments that they have on the train. It’s a time for reflection, for a break perhaps on the activities for that day.
I got to thinking about the messed up life I’m leading right now. An amazing life ahead of me, but a confusion as to my emotional, romantic life. Theatre life and healthy life leading in the right direction, but still that sense of having lost something. And I can have all of these thoughts. The most sincere thoughts and no one is the wiser. I am in my own private sanctuary among all of these people. I can spite people in my thoughts. I can love people. I can think about different conversations I wish to have with certain people. What I will wear tomorrow. What I will do tomorrow. What I want to do right then. Whom I miss. What I want. Whom I want. And no one knows. It’s funny how these thoughts that sometimes are not good to have in my own room, seem perfect among strangers.
It’s a weird comfort to know that others around you are doing the same. We’re all probably experiencing our own world in front of these people everyday. I wonder what that person next to me is dealing with? Are they as scared as I am? Are they as happy?
I just started thinking about the piece I saw at Fringe today and how relevant it is to city life. Among others on the buses and the trains, you have these moments to yourself. To read a book. To write a novel. To listen to music. To think. To contemplate. To plan. Until you exit the train or the bus and enter your life again.
Perhaps it’s a mini escape. It was my distraction for the day. It was what I needed to do for myself today. To get lost among a sea of strangers.
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