we’re already history

there’s a frame on the back exterior wall of the playhouse theatre balcony, in which sits the scrappy remains of what must have been a lightbulb above three words: ‘we’re already history’. I’ve loved these words for years now, though I still struggle to understand or come to terms with what they imply. last night we finished Matilda, and before I left the theatre I decorated the frame. though I doubt the lights will stay there long, it was nice to see the relic looking brighter than before.