An Ontological Reflection on Splitting Pants 7 Years Apart: Where I’ve Been
Updated: Mar 8
Around this time in 2014, I was teaching an improvisational workshop at the headquarters of a very secure federal agency. I had a cardigan sweater tied around my waist because I had just split my pants stepping out of a taxi. I wanted to tell the woman who had to escort me to the bathroom about it, but then I worried - would she think I was trying to infiltrate? So I just taught the workshop. A few weeks ago, I put on a pair of jeans for the first time in about a year to spruce up for a trip to the grocery store. Same sound. I really needed coffee creamer, so I just went. You know, they always say that history rhymes.