I was inspired to write this blog for reasons not greatly dependent on losing my way, but caused by the realization that the way was dramatically shorter than I had realized.
What follows is not a factual report, although it is grounded in reality. It is a dramatization, a ballet of sorts, loosely inspired by a real-life shopping excursion.
In an empty locker room, two men play with movement, an analogue radio and tiny shorts. The athletic bodies of Luciano Rosso and Alfonso Barón move fluently from wrestling to dance, acrobatics to physical comedy in an irresistible distortion of the expectations of manhood.
Remy Bumppo’s motto, “Think Theatre,” is no idle tagline. Their lean and precise staging succeeded in drawing laughter, unease, and reflection in generous measure.
Fatima and I spent several hours reminiscing about *La Ciudad de Eterna Primavera* (The City of Eternal Spring). The memories of one particular party I attended came flooding back to my consciousness.