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Devotion opening for Meshuggah @ Turin.
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Welcome to a night in the office from hell.
It’s 1983 and in an abandoned workplace in the Midlands, two solitary clerical workers sit down at their desks to begin a routine night shift. But as the evening creeps into the night, a confidential file is accidentally opened and a quietly horrifying secret is unleashed. A secret that’ll soon turn their lives of rotas, packed lunches and fag breaks violently upside down and the workers, against each other.
A fantasy thriller with a pounding 1980s soundtrack, Stoke-on-Trent’s Potboiler Theatre invite you to a world of ruthless ambition, desperate escapism and deeply held desires: a world of Devotion.
Devotion was supported with funding from National Lottery through Arts Council England and Newcastle-under-Lyme Borough Council. With thanks also to New Vic Theatre, Mitchell Arts Centre and Moonbrushed Media.
Images courtesy of Moonbrushed Media.
Devotion opening for Meshuggah @ Turin.
© Julian Evil. All right reserved. This photo can not be used under ANY circumstances without Written consent. You can share it with no Fear though.
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I spent a lovely weekend singing w/ Krisha Das and documenting the Heart of Devotion Retreat at the Garrison Institute. #kirtan #yoga #bhakti
www.garrisoninstitute.org/events/
(If you'd like to use any of these photos for anything pls contact Kris Krüg first - kriskrug@gmail.com or 778. 898. 3076. Thank you! (c) (r) (tm) 2016)
Welcome to a night in the office from hell.
It’s 1983 and in an abandoned workplace in the Midlands, two solitary clerical workers sit down at their desks to begin a routine night shift. But as the evening creeps into the night, a confidential file is accidentally opened and a quietly horrifying secret is unleashed. A secret that’ll soon turn their lives of rotas, packed lunches and fag breaks violently upside down and the workers, against each other.
A fantasy thriller with a pounding 1980s soundtrack, Stoke-on-Trent’s Potboiler Theatre invite you to a world of ruthless ambition, desperate escapism and deeply held desires: a world of Devotion.
Devotion was supported with funding from National Lottery through Arts Council England and Newcastle-under-Lyme Borough Council. With thanks also to New Vic Theatre, Mitchell Arts Centre and Moonbrushed Media.
Images courtesy of Moonbrushed Media.
Welcome to a night in the office from hell.
It’s 1983 and in an abandoned workplace in the Midlands, two solitary clerical workers sit down at their desks to begin a routine night shift. But as the evening creeps into the night, a confidential file is accidentally opened and a quietly horrifying secret is unleashed. A secret that’ll soon turn their lives of rotas, packed lunches and fag breaks violently upside down and the workers, against each other.
A fantasy thriller with a pounding 1980s soundtrack, Stoke-on-Trent’s Potboiler Theatre invite you to a world of ruthless ambition, desperate escapism and deeply held desires: a world of Devotion.
Devotion was supported with funding from National Lottery through Arts Council England and Newcastle-under-Lyme Borough Council. With thanks also to New Vic Theatre, Mitchell Arts Centre and Moonbrushed Media.
Images courtesy of Moonbrushed Media.
We talk until our lips are parched
We spill the secrets we've concealed
Like diligent soldiers our words are marched
Into the space between us, this darkened field
Our stories, they flood, they rush
These thngs we've fought to smother
We sit across and our knees brush
And we stare into each other
It's less a window and more of a mirror
The harder we look the less we see of each other we see
We listen for the reflection that we hear
of me in you and you in me
We strain to see ourselves in each other's eyes
To find ourselves in the angst-ridden tone
Yet it always shakes us with surprise
To find that we are not alone
We are not the first to feel these things
Not the first to wonder why
We aren't the only birds with broken wings
Trying to remember how to fly
But if we look too close we hate
To see the shattered self-esteem
To know that in too many ways we relate
To each other's bitterness and broken dream
So we don't look to hard in case we find
That up close we are ugly
We fear to see ourselves in another's mind
The imperfection of me in you and you in me