Who was she? Why did she come here? Did they survive? What happened?
Quest. Fantasy. Hotel. Home. Encantada.
Five women writing a play with Quilotoa fire in our blood step into thick, wet, sea-level air.

Dying
Disappearing
Adapting
Discovering
Recovering Transforming
Returning
Desiring
Bluer than Hawai'i. Smaller. Stranded? Where are we?
What is happening to my body? Why am I sad? Why am I happy? Where am I going? What will I be? When will I die? What is time? Will you touch my face? Can you see me? Where are you now? Will you remember me? Will you remember me when I die? Do you believe in love? What can't I live without? What did I eat? Am I strong enough? Am I good enough? Am I thin enough? What does chemotherapy feel like? Will I forget? Why can't people write myths? Why can't we fly? Where do currents go? Who's looking at the moon? Will I have children? Will I lose my job? Why don't I eat meat? Why do I love dancing? Where does joy come from? Can I trust myself? What color are my eyes? What is missing in my life? Do you think I'm a whore? Do I care? What kind of god do you believe in? Do you believe in Love? Do you like the feel of sand in your hair? How long can you go without a shower? What exactly is a tree tomato? How do you say avocado in Spanish? What am I thinking of? What do I feel? Does heartache say goodnight? Why be excited? Can you be in love with the world? With everyone in it? With kittens and coconut soft serve? Can I live without my mother? Will I dream tonight? Will I remember it? Will Shakespeare forgive me? When will I see England again? Will I die young? When will I realize I'm old? How will my body fall apart? Will I be eaten by a shark? Will I skydive? Will you join me? Can you always follow your heart? What will this play be like? What's the weather in New York? What's it like to have 3 lovers? "Can the child within my heart rise above?"
Easy and juicy prey
Naked vegetarians
Stainless steel teeth
Bodies pillaged
Oil and meat
Men with machetes trim the hair of a cementerio. They follow us. We want to live.
"I'm changing, arranging; I'm changing everything . . . oh everything around me. The world is a bad place, a bad place, a terrible place to live; oh but I don't want to die"
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