A puppet show about a lonely fisherman and his love affair with the moon. My sister and Nicholas Gorgeous and I put the whole thing together, from the diving suit to the little sewn sardines. It was a great turnout, in conjunction with the Animal masquerade.
The night after the show I had a dream that I was hiking on the moon. Strange lichen and mold grew on the moist, jagged cliffs, and the mold turned out to be blue cheese and a mild tomme, which I ate with wild strawberries and thick, spiced hot chocolate. The moon was rotating quickly, and the gravity was pulling from the bottom rather than the center, so that every time I sat down I lost my balance and had to keep hiking to stay on top.