The Living Centrifuge

Last night I went to a get together with all my acting class, pretty much. Weird. Being around people who once wanted to act, and who are now doing things like real estate and such - makes me realise how difficult it is to do what we do, and also how much I love it. If there is a persistent doubt about art, it becomes too strong in the face of abject poverty. Maybe I can look at my current poverty as a test of my commitment to art. So far so good.