Lots of years ago, Michelle and I saw a play at the Tacoma Little Theater. It was a most interesting play wherein the main characters had their own stories going on. Their stories were the stories of their own lives; their personal miseries. The interesting part of the story is how the people whose lives were portrayed in the separate plot lines were actually ‘backdrops’ in the other people’s stories. They were just people who were in the vicinity of the misery that lived in random moments in the lives of the others around them.
That play still makes me think.