The Case of Kendra

Fore-note

             The Case of Kendra is a piece of literature which fills me with both apprehension and joy. The joy runs deep, and runs beyond the mere faculty of being able to translate thoughts and prayers into something that might resemble poetry — though that in itself, is hardly a mere faculty. It is a great one. For millennia have we exercised it; kings, countesses, lovers, poetry has been etched into parchment tree trunks car doors and dust has been licked off from fingers sketching words into prison walls. Not mere. Far from it. I am wrung with gratitude.

             But there is a second faculty involved in this play; for which gratitude might fall short; of writing it with Tina. This, I can only say, is an honour. I will not attempt to explain it, for I am not yet a master at translating thoughts and prayers to poetry.

~ A.

             The Case of Kendra, though a work of fiction, might be the most truthful piece of writing I have ever had the pleasure of working on. The truth, of course, rests where the lies fail to carry the purpose of misleading a truthful information. But lies are build on what essentially is the truth. For as time comes, so does the wind—whose purpose lays simply in uncovering the pillars of sincerity.

              But even I, a person completely devastated by the injustice surrendering me at each corner, believe that we can still turn everything we know around, change its shape and let it reach its highest potential possible.

              This play is, among other things, about those people who see the injustice in the world—that we proudly call the Kingdom of Savile (but in truth it is no different from that of our own). It follows the people who see it even through the blindfold that The Blind Lady Justice carries over her eyes, representing impartiality. In this play, we call those people the guardians of the law.

~ T.