FOOTFALLS, or the lovesong of t.s. eliot

by Mikey Rose

“Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden.”

Thomas Steans Eliot is stuck. Between love. Between jobs. Between the spaces between. This short play takes us into Eliot's imagination floating between different important transitions in his life. 
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