All I can think to say is that, often--daily, actually--I don't think
there's a point to saying much of anything at all.
There are no words for the important stuff.
I'm not lonely, but ever since I was very young, I've been very aware
of how deeply isolated we all are, of how meaningless our lives are
and how we scramble to assign meaning; and I think with each play I
write, I'm trying to find a way to be more resolved to that idea,
because I want to tell people that I think it's beautiful.