Breaking Stones, some notes for a play

Yesterday I was in a prison quarry, breaking stones. It was the quarry inside.I had a talkative lunch, walked a few miles, photographed and found startling images that may turn into some large pieces. Watched some stand up comedy--all this with a beautiful illusion, a man with a beating heart, shining eyes, kindness, and a muscular, kinetic presence. Because I am in the thinking/dreaming/