Moving between modes – or shuffling them, like a deck of cool, maddening, half-sized oversized playing cards, some of them familiar, others in a language you have to guess to grasp – is the fun and the task of this stage incarnation I’m tugging at, wrestling with, rolling through.  Making one thing not into something else, but refracting the characters and the idea, the feel, of the thing, so it not only appears but is “something else,” a new format, is developing lots of new authorial muscles (not to mention providing exciting new sprains, cramps, and funny walks).   Which I guess is why it’s called “adaptation”, right?