a sweeping sisyphus
Saturday, mar. 15, 2008 | 0 comments

Only fellow theater workers will know the pains of this task. Popcorn denies all existing laws of physics and, with every swipe of the worn-to-nub theater broom, it jumps in the opposite direction like a steroid-pumped flea. Some try to use that weird hand-powered vacuum to suck up refuse and spit it up one foot away. But I choose the worn broom. It takes hours, but you feel a religious rush after that last kernel is safely in your amusement park trash-holder.
Of course the trail reappears with the very next show. It, like life itself, is part of a never-ending cycle.
We all have a cross, some heavier, etc.
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