
It's funny to watch the athletes practicing in the field outside of Hixon come in to use the bathroom. Their faces convey confusion, curiosity, hesitance, submission, and a little panic. They never know where to go, and I don't blame them: the theater has a confusing lay out. There are always strange things being built, loud scary noises, and a ton of traffic on paths that are far too narrow to accommodate them. I confess, we tend to give people we don't recognize looks that say, "What are you doing here?" if they don't state their business immediately. People stop and look up from their work, as if we were a colony of meerkats standing on our hind legs and staring at an intruder. They say a few words about a bathroom, and we all point. Maybe someone will say, "Down that hallway." They think that when they leave we'll talk about them, and sometimes we do.
We are all animals, no matter what we build or create or teach ourselves.
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