A guide to writing the program note to Fracture | STEP 1: Face reality after continuously taking uncounted restless evasions.

Looking out on Union Bay amid the last dying light of the December sun, a creeping coldness limns my toes. This, I am reminded, is what it is to be alive. Not the beauty of the world, or some satisfaction on a day well spent, but just the fragile thisness of it all. This place, this light, these toes. This stillness resonating in me.

How can individuality have any meaning at all if not through shared language and culture? In short, we need each other in order to be ourselves