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Nov. 21st, 2005 10:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anotherusedpageFiona Shaw was in Oxford today.
We were in a play together when I was fourteen. I didn't go see her today, though, because I was supposed to be working (not that I actually did) and because there's no way under the sun she'd remember me at all and that would be... even worse than walking in through the front entrance of the Olivier.
Only... now I'm remembering all the times I didn't go see Michael Bryant... and then he died and I wished I had. And it's even stronger, both the wanting and the not wanting to see Fiona Shaw, because... in some ways that procuction quite literally saved my life.
Ach. Nostalgia.
We were in a play together when I was fourteen. I didn't go see her today, though, because I was supposed to be working (not that I actually did) and because there's no way under the sun she'd remember me at all and that would be... even worse than walking in through the front entrance of the Olivier.
Only... now I'm remembering all the times I didn't go see Michael Bryant... and then he died and I wished I had. And it's even stronger, both the wanting and the not wanting to see Fiona Shaw, because... in some ways that procuction quite literally saved my life.
Ach. Nostalgia.