I‘m just back from the Tempest, and I‘m going to write a quick review to give my immediate reactions (and to be sure that I forget nothing).

That was the first time I went to the Globe to see a Shakespeare play. I had already read the Tempest several times, but never saw it played. And that was truly amazing.

The thing I love the most was the extended metaphor of the “bird” for Ariel, which is really present in the text and was perfectly transcribed in the stageplay and especially in Colin Morgan’s (brilliant) way of playing and attitudes. First (everybody has noticed it for sure), Ariel is the only spirit having sort of feathers on his costume. Except when he’s speaking to Prospero, his feet almost NEVER touch the ground, he is always perched on something, or even kind of “flying” when he’s suspended to those handles. Colin’s way of moving was incredibly ethereal, delicate, full of grace, and his look, when he observes the other characters, made me REALLY think of an eagle’s one. His performance was totally outstanding, he sings and dances perfectly, and reflects brilliantly the duality of Ariel’s character: totally devoted to his master, but deeply craving for his freedom, and to me, for humanity too.

The other actors’ performances were equally incredible and I loved the fact that many of the comic situations were resting on people’s gestures. I was in the yard (of course) and it rained a lot at a moment, so that was a real “first time at the Globe” with its drawbacks too haha

I have already taken a second ticket to see it another time.

That was my shitty quick review, sorry for the english mistakes.

Everytime I see Dean Winchester on my dashboard, I think about you.

What’s the point of hurting me deliberately? 

Je crois que je fais simplement l’expérience de la fragilité depuis 5 mois. De la fragilité des relations, de la vie, que j’en sois responsable ou non.

C‘est vraiment étrange de se dire que des choses plus ou moins insignifiantes suffisent à renverser un ordre qu’on pensait immuable, permanent.

(Voilà, j’ai déblatéré mes petites banalités quotidiennes, mais je le pense que je le réalise vraiment seulement maintenant.)

He would have been 23. Just like me. 

Thinking about you today.