I signed up, or I signed away my life or time or ... are there any more excuses? Sunday went well, I posted a very short one on twitter and I liked it. Napowrimo seems to bring out the child in me. Playfulness galore! (this was not a poem, I hope you noticed) I'm trying to edit last night's poem, but today is a new day.
Wow! I went to see the "immersive play" written by Dave Kingham performed by the Accidental Theatre in Riddel's Warehouse in Belfast. An immersive play is something of a kind. Performance, drama, exhibition of a fictitious artist, whose website you can find on the internet and who's fans are sending twitter messages during the performance. This is an experience about identity, art, culture asking the existential question: Who are you? In the Riddel's Warehouse, where the wall