Grief does not expire like a candle or the beacon on a lighthouse. It simply changes temperature. It becomes a kind of personal weather system. Snow settles in the liver. The bowels grow thick with humidity. Ice congeals in the stomach. Frost spiderwebs in the lungs. The heart fills with warm rain that turns to mist and evaporates through a colder artery.
Adam RappI feel that I am just a storyteller, and whether I am wearing the director hat or the playwright hat, it doesn't matter.
Adam RappIt's strange, people have asked me what my schedule is and what is my process like, and I can't even answer it.
Adam Rapp