Finished reading the play Our Town by Thornton Wilder at one go.



It's so chillingly real i was left pondering and depressed. Indeed, it is not just about Gover's Corners, it is about our town, the one you and i live in.



Good-by, Good-by, world. Good-by, Grover's Corners... Mama and Papa. Good-by to clocks ticking... and Mama's sunflowers. And food and coffee. And new-ironed dresses and hot baths... and sleeping and waking up. Oh, earth, you're too wonderful for anybody to realize you. -------------Emily Webb, Our Town.



The stage is bare. There is no scenery.
In a way, it's simplistic. Yet, it would be injustice to dismiss it as a simple play. It is so deep it hurts. Maybe that's why it has to be brought forth in such a 'simple' way. Sceneries often distract us, gives us a facade of how beautiful nature and the things around us are. But it is when everything is laid bare before your eyes, it's then when human nature and the cold hard truth of life sets in.