more than yesterday, less than tomorrow

this has spoilers for uncut gems sorry last week, as i was wrapping up my reading of death of a salesman , it was terribly difficult to ignore the ways in which arthur miller wrote the script to signify willy's exponential descent into madness. and i thought to myself, if simply reading the lines as a text gives me a headache, i can't imagine what seeing this on stage would be like, with all the lights and effects and enunciation and props. what really communicates willy's feelings, in my opinion, is the increasing appearance of the voices that willy hears. the scene in the restaurant in particular was the breaking point for my brain-- so much was going on, with the sons, and willy's nightmarish train of thought, and the girls, and stanley who happened to be a waiter there (?). yes, this occurs throughout the entire story, but it's easy to tell that the more times the flute begins to play, the closer we are as the audience to the climax. to say it was hard to follow

as someone who struggles to focus on and complete simple tasks, i find myself dreading reading assignments despite being in the advanced english program since middle school. no matter how interesting, short, or long, a piece of literature may be-- it is scientifically proven that i will somehow distract myself at least once per page. that's why, on wednesday night, i procrastinated on reading three girls by joyce carol oates until eight thirty p.m., which is dangerously close to my bedtime. my suffering was eased by the relative ease of the piece to read; there was no academic jargon or words that just seemed   like academic jargon because i had no idea what they meant; nothing too conceptually new or confusing that would definitely take a handful of minutes of re-reading and staring blankly at the page. the more i read, the more enjoyable and entertaining the story became to me. i could relate to the girls in their struggles with personal identity, aspirations, and place in the wo