Sometimes it feels like things change simply for the sake of change itself. Perhaps this is why I admire my local butchers window so much. A display of cold cut meat cares little for the fleeting trappings of fashion.
I walk past the local Butcher shop a few times most weeks. It’s usually late in the evening well after closing. I like to imagine the scene through the Butchers window as a stage set in a real life theatre show, one where the actors and crew have knocked off and the house and stage lights have been dimmed in readiness for the next show.
My imagined Butcher’s shop play is about a “Straight up” and simple proposition. This is a shop that sells quality cuts of meat. There is no concern here over styling. The actors here deliver their lines with laconic ease, in soft natural projection. The audience feels welcomed and are attentive hanging on every word spoken in this small and intimate theatre. Human routines marking time.