Very true, vis-a-vis the lotto guy at
West Side Story. He seemed like he wanted to be anywhere but the Palace Theatre. Not to mention the fact that I have a strong sense that the lottery--like most Broadway lottos--is rigged. The first night I tried it, four of the nine people pulled had the same surname--a surname shared by a cast member. Coincidence? Probably not.
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body