R.I.P. D’Arcy. Born January 2024, Salt Lake City. Died February 2025, Phoenix.
Sometimes, people find themselves very attracted to others. And they follow that attraction to its logical end – creativity.
And something wonderful gets created.
But like all creations – it must be cared for. nurtured. raised. and taught.
and if you don’t do that, then it grows malnourished and fails to thrive.
So you do the humane thing, and you put that shit into an improv festival for one last run.
Then you bury it.
In another state.
D’Arcy is dead.
Long live D’Arcy.