Nichole, Nichole Where Would You Go if Your Soul Really Was in Your Eyes

I was home this past weekend to attend the reading of Loueva's play (Title Above). The play is beautiful and the reading was a smash. Here's a quote from the play:

The Surgeon says: Love must be continuous in the memory of our cells, otherwise, how would we sleep as deeply as a map of the stars folded shut in a book about infinity?