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  • Traveling from the airport to the French Quarter you are transported from flat and urban ho-humness to a place, an environment really, that is Alice in Wonderland.

    The people are characters living out the motivations of theater. Even tourists will approach a dance circle and give it their best, even the pale old guy wearing an ace bandage around his knee, white running shoes, a Hawaiian shirt, and a brimmed hat will hold his daiquiri in one hand and dance to the embarrassment and delight of all.

    “He’s one of those people," my sister says, "that’s like, if I’m not performing why am I living?”

    If I’m not performing, why am I living?

    What’s not a performance in life, I stand there thinking, whether you’re a lawyer, a businessman, a food safety inspector…what’s not a performance? Particularly our occupations. We simply find the role we think we’d be best at or is available to us and we take it on and we perform, for ourselves, for our families, for everyone really.

    Sometimes it feels like the strain of living accumulates too quickly. That it traps us within bland realities of living and production. Until we set ourselves free from it: to perform as if it all wasn't so.
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