I went to Boulder to see Till We Wake, a dance performance incorporating text of T.S. Eliot’s poem “The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock.” I really wanted to see this dance, and my friend Eliza was performing in it, so I got on a plane, flew to Denver, and drove up to Boulder. (If you know me, you know this is not quite normal—but it was amazing!)
When I arrived in Boulder, it was gray and cold and spitting rain. I’d been warned so I brought warm black turtlenecks—and one fancy dress (okay, not entirely practical—but if you’re going to fly in for one night to attend a performance, you might as well do it up at least a little bit).
The Dairy includes a lot of visual art space, including a hallway lined with pictures of photographers. No lie! When you walk through the hallway, their cameras follow you. Their whole bodies follow you. How does the brain do that?*
We took a quick drive up to Chataqua to see the Flatirons.