I went to see Anton Chekov's "The Seagull" today at the Citizen's theater, and I nearly cried. I often get intimidated by the classic plays (Shakespeare has been know to make me nod off, but don't tell anyone). Something about the heavy subject matter and the complicated language makes me think that it's made for smarter people. I forget that these writers are so revered because they wrote about human beings and some things never change. While the play is old, unrequited love is newly happening all the time and quite relevant to me. It is nice to know that there are some things in this world that will never change.