21 years of solitude

The director who directed my last short play hasn't responded to the 2 emails I sent her a month or two ago. What's important in the emails is that I requested of her to send my thanks to the three actressess who, in my opinion, did a good job acting the play out. I mean, if I were an actor in a play I would really want to know what the playwright thought of my acting, perhaps on top of what the director would think. Unfortunately because of the director's inactivity, or disappearance into thin air, whichever is more appropriate, I feel like I got a hole in my life for the simple reason I cannot convey this simple message.

With the cool breeze against you and the empty orange-lit streets before you, sometimes I really wonder what's there not to like about staying out late.

I just had supper at a nearby kopitiam alone. Again. I don't know which one to emphasise more. Maybe they're equally unimportant.