by Sarah Ruhl.
Reading some plays (recommendations of new house-matey, Luke). This one is the story of Orpheus and Eurydice. This is Eurydice speaking, it struck a chord-
"This is what it is to love an artist: The moon is always rising above your house. The houses of your neighbors look dull and lacking in moonlight. But he is always going away from you. Inside his head there is always something more beautiful."
