Here are some questions and thoughts I’ll put down while they occur to me:
What gets passed down?
From father to son: is it that men don’t show weakness, or admit to making mistakes? Is it that boys don’t cry?
From mother to daughter: it is that the mother’s relationship with her own father is the only father–daughter bond worth tending to?
From father to daughter: is it that the parent’s needs outweigh the child’s?
From mother to son: is it that no matter how much you search for me, you won’t find me. I was never there to be found.
Souls chase each other, maybe endlessly, seeking answers to their private questions, demanding that their anguish be recognized by someone.
Proxies may play the role at different stages.
An old drama, never finished. Conversations seem to barely begin before the actor gets yanked from the stage.
The Director has a sick sense of humour.
I really want my money back.