If you ever get a chance to see one of his plays, do it. This is a little snip from one he wrote set at various dance parties in outer space:
Unable to go home, Error began carefully measuring out his remaining jumps, traveling to points of historic interest in the past and future, absorbing art and culture wherever he could, and taking advantage of the unique educational opportunities his situation afforded.
At least he started to do that.
And then he became a teenager.
And then he met a girl.
At a masked ball, at the bottom of the ocean.
A ball we happened to be throwing.
And then he lost her.
He did something stupid and he lost her.
And ever since then…
I feel bad for the guy.
I know how it feels to keep looking for something.
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