Julia Gaynes ‘13, Gadjah Mada University Fellow

During the previous night’s show, when I had struck my inversion for the final pose (too far downstage it turned out), the stage curtains swept over me and I had rolled towards the audience like a cat stumbling into the wreathes of hell.

Julia Gaynes ‘13, Gadjah Mada University Fellow

There was some poetry to the eruption, particularly in the way it shut me in on Valentine’s Day among ash that stuffed up Yogyakarta like dust in a box. Perhaps this was why, after being woken up in the early morning by messages warning me to shut my doors and windows, I walked out onto my balcony, breathed in the gray, and smiled.