​When you’re in a room with several hundred people
And you collectively experience a night of transformative theatre
That makes you laugh and weep
And hold your breath
And turn to each other and say
Are you feeling what I’m feeling?!
And you walk out into the New York City night
On the autumnal equinox
And there is a man in a t-shirt and tattered jeans with grime-blackened feet at the end of them
Passed out on the pavement