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February 11, 2010

Thursday, February 11, 2010

[Setting: ~10am. After many hours on a plane, LAUREN lands in Boston (hopefully, as she's on standby!), happy and more well-rested than she expected - she actually got some sleep on the plane!]

[Setting: LAUREN decides to take a taxi from the airport into the city. Just as she is about to hail one, she sees a text message from JEFF indicating that he is on the way with a rental car. She smiles and gives him a call to let him know she's landed.]

[Setting: LAUREN crouches in front of the oven, waiting for her baked goods to finish baking, wondering when they will be done. LAUREN admires the varied shapes in which she has formed the treats, and how their arrangement forms a picture in the oven tray. LAUREN takes a picture for later reference.]

[LAUREN bakes tasty treats for later consumption.]

[LAUREN gets a coffee from 1369 and enjoys it tremendously.]

[Setting: JEFF's apartment, 7pm. LAUREN attends book club meeting.]

[Setting: JEFF's apartment, a bit after 7pm. LAUREN grabs both sides of Jeff's shiny bald head. And gasps. She can see the future as if Jeff's skull was a glass ball. She contemplates whether she should tell the group what she sees.]

[LAUREN looks around the room with a look of utter bewilderment. LAUREN remains speechless until she is asked either what has happened or what she has seen. Without introduction, LAUREN then comes immediately to quote Dylan Thomas.]

LAUREN: And death shall have no dominion.
Dead mean naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan’t crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.

[LAUREN comes to apologize to the room. LAUREN asks of the room, with the intonation of a rhetorical question, if they have ever felt a near death experience in a situation of relative safety. LAUREN, refers to Sophocles, she explains, as he has written, that the greatest boon of all may be to never have been born at all. LAUREN allows the room a minute to compose themselves in the wake of her apostolic moment. LAUREN stands and announces...]

LAUREN: Im getting something to drink. Does anyone want anything while I am up?

[Setting: LAUREN searches for live music in town...maybe a concert by an artist/group that sounds interesting, but that she hasn't gotten the chance to listen to yet]

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