Returning to the text is an adventure, especially when a book is “done.”  The thrill and exhaustion of making the thing is its own weather and atmosphere; coming to it later, as I’ve been doing for the stage event, is another thing; like being simultaneously inside and outside a construction you know inside and out (or suppose you do)? Like peeking into the windows of your own house…Anyway it’s fun to re-see, and imagine it variously through different lenses, for different kinds of viewers.  A labyrinth made of mirrors, sweets, broken glass, and puppet strings.