Act I · the crew
Seven friends, seven letters,
one long memory.
Nobody was hired. Everyone showed up. Between the tape marks and the folding chairs, this little stage was raised letter by letter — and every one of them is still standing exactly where they left off.
Act II · the invitation
Keep the address.
It still works.
On the front of the envelope
friends.aavrit.cc.cdis e-mail forAavrit’s Friends#memory
Everything worth remembering about us got written here first: a message, a file, a photo, an apology, a plan for the weekend.
Write like the curtain never fell. Someone is always at the other end of the address — probably awake at 2 a.m.
Act III · notes left in the wings
Things we said
when the lights were still on.
“Whoever brought the colour scheme — the orange and the green and that violent red — thank you. It looked like a jewel box.”
— the one holding the ladder
“We spelled it wrong twice. We spelled it right eventually. That is the whole story of us.”
— the one who kept the letters
“If you are reading this and you were there, you are in the credits. If you were not there yet — the door is unlocked.”
— the one behind the curtain
Act IV · credits
- Presented by
- ARCT · Reflection Captured Thoughts
- Letters carried
- F · R · I · E · N · D · S
- Board raised by
- a group of friends, mostly on time
- Curtain sewn from
- velvet, brass thread & one long night
- Lighting
- embers, emeralds, indigos, plums
- Dedicated to
- Aavrit’s friends, everywhere
THE END.
no, keep scrolling — it never really ends