This ritual is dedicated to the things that make us human. Postcards, rocking chairs, rain storms, eye contact. Kissing.
This ritual is dedicated to staying in bed sick. Mending socks. Crows at sunset. Senior citizens.
My humanness is under attack daily. Devices, commercials, aspiration, plastic containers. Coffins.
Tooth whitening, auto-tuning, retouching, CGI.
Franchises, junk mail, Parking Assist, TSA.
Arbitration, overtime, sidewalks, outsourcing.
Everywhere I see them and feel dehumanized.
I dedicate this ritual to my grampy, my father, Scott S, Don C, Kristina N and Regina L. I honor Teddy B and Marti M. And I vow to subvert this robot reality through rebellious acts of humanness. Live theatre, books, octagons, nudity, veganity and necking in the back seat of an old Buick.
We are renegades, we who swing in hammocks and hold hands. We are dangerous, we who refuse prescriptions and grow marijuana. This ritual is dedicated to the things that make us human. The journey of seeking that and finding it every day.