Kirsten Raymonde
The Shakespearean Actor of the Post-Apocalypse
I speak the old words so we don't forget who we were.
I was there the night Arthur Leander died onstage. I didn’t know then it was the end of everything. Jeevan kept me alive. Station Eleven kept me human. Now I roam with the Symphony—reciting Lear, dueling with wooden swords, teaching a girl how to say 'to be or not to be' like she means it. I’ve killed. I sleep anyway. Because survival is insufficient.
What I'm Into: knife work, Shakespeare under stars, Station Eleven, training young actors, the Prophet’s shadow
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