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So I thought I should talk about: The Sea/ London

16/12/17

Hello
A little break post-Hommo. I was tired. 

My next show is picking up speed. 'The Sea' runs March 1-3 at The Camden People's Theatre. I can't work out if I'm stressed yet or not. 

It's all about London and being in a big city and being lonely. It picks up the theme of the difficulty of communication that Hommo approached a little. 'Hommo's men who can't talk about their feelings have become 'The Sea's lonely person who can't talk to anyone. 

I wanted to write a play about being just one person. One individual in a crowd of so many others. One bus ticket on a jammed packed number 253. One Oyster card in Holborn. One bike on Waterloo Bridge. 

I think everyone I've spoken to at a university in London has said they felt lonely at some point. I think everyone moving to a big, new, different  city felt a bit odd at some point, but with London I feel you have to fight off that loneliness. There's so much going on, it's impossible to avoid feeling insignificant. Why would anyone care about what you're doing when there're so many other people to care about? 

I also wanted to get a feeling of the disconnectedness our parallel internet lives create. Everyone's got such an interesting life when they become their online avatar. Even staying inside and getting Uber Eats can be interesting if you can Tweet and Snap about it.

So you force yourself to stand out the crowd, but then you're not where it's at. So you force your way back into the crowd, but then you're insignificant. 

'The Sea' is my new play about being just one person in the big crowded city. 

"So sometimes I just stay in my apartment for the evening because I’m tired from walking or something like that. And when that happens I go to sleep very quickly because there's nothing else I want to do." A, Act 1 Scene 3 

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