Just got back from a night of theatre. I saw "Drowning in my ocean of You" at The Queen's Theatre. The theatre is just around the corner from the YHA I'm staying at.

It's a brilliant piece. Outstanding acting. Read about it if you're interested.

The theatre itself is quite cold. Almost as if we, the audience, were outside with the characters on the jetty, watching it all unfold.

A very simple set. White-washed exposed brick. A piano in the corner. A bed. A wooden stage. Pinpricks of light - of stars - showing through the old, broken window.

It made me sad. It made me marvel at how amazing it is to be able to act; how amazing it is that someone can make you FEEL so much, almost as if you are going through whatever they're going through.

It made me happy that I am loved.