I am bearing witness to life acted out on a stage. I reach out and my fingertips graze the edge of the actress' dress as she twirls about on her toes. She's graceful and sad. I'm breathless and colorless. I'm drugged and dragged through each scene. I slump back in my chair and my mouth hangs open. I, I...


My God, my life is in your hands. Go easy on me?