The 3 monologues I heard last night (the American hotel on fire, Galiano initiations, and cab driver) really resonated. I thought the repetition of pattern and use of the hotel rooms gave the monologues an overlying sense of life's loneliness and at the same time, listening to music together and the chatter with the audience members before and after made me feel good.

Kind of cool, how your pieces made me feel loved and lonely at the same time, elegiac and hopeful, can't quite describe the feeling, like you're sad for having lived, but glad to know what you know all at once.

As a director, props to you for not only attempting that very tricky balance, but to pull it off seamlessly.

Super excellent.