I wrote someone a letter and folded it up into a pretty origami figure. “But now I’ll have to unfold it and won’t have the figure anymore!” they cried.
“That’s the beauty of it. Doesn’t the beauty of a moment come from the fact that it is finite and won’t last forever? The beauty is in the here and now, and if you look away, you might miss it.”
And that is what I love about theatre. Films can be watched over and over again and they will be the same every time. Theatre can only be watched once, and every night it will take on a slightly different form.
And then it is gone.
And that is the beauty of fleeting moments.