There may be an arc somewhere that bends toward justice, but it’s moving too slow. So, I do what I can. I pick up trash on the beach and feel a rush of self-righteous glory until I notice that I am mostly attracted to colorful trash. This is disrespectful to ugly trash and may qualify as negative justice.

Beyond cleaning the beach, the purpose of this exercise is vague. But I love bold colors and a strong formal structure. With a theatre background to inform me, it’s a natural evolution from well-placed balls and straws to actors on a stage.

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