"The Howlers on the Top" is the main idea.
Dream of gold
Dreams and gold.
They were the founders of The Howlerer on the Top and the directors recruited.
Dreaming of a subway driver, signatory comedian, band bass player
Mostly by talent, existentialists.
Gold is an actor, director.
Professionally trained, loving beauty.
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The two of them said something about the play.
Paradoxically, without logic, there are many delicate links.
I don't want to read too many scripts in this article.
I just want to say a few words to those who are reading.
Maybe you can't read it.
I don't know why.
Full of fog.
As a professional director.
This play hurts me.
Because from the time of the play.
I knew it only existed on the text.
Actors can be difficult.
From
Let's start with a dance talk.
What?
Then take Liu Doo.
It was written as a complete double emotional disorder.
He had a migraine.
He's got electricity all over him.
Get him on the emotional roller coaster.
At rehearsal.
A professional actor told me
He didn't think the script would make him enjoy it.
It's only really moving.
It'll be fun.
When he said that
I'm embarrassed to keep my head down.
All I can see is the fingertips and the scripts it holds.
Because I really have a double emotional disorder.
That's the angle of acting.
And as professional actors.
Freckles just make them a symbol.
Not so much emotional release.
I was thinking
Ain't in a way
I'm really projecting myself to the main character.
Like Freud said
What an ego I am.
It's just a matter of time.
I've never read Freud.
I used to call it an open ending.
"Freud's Cat."
Because of the novel.
A lot of social relations have been severed.
It needs you ridiculous.
Need actors as a tool.
It is not a real actor with a strong sense of affection.
Why?
Do I love writing?
Why?
One thing that hurts so many people.
For me
So happy.
Is it that easy?
Is it because only when I'm writing
The one I usually control, the one I suppress.
My other side.
So you can show up without knowing?
This is also a challenge for me.
And this tear is even deeper.
Like a drowning
A moment after the air was suddenly recovered
You can't care about anything.
It's just breathing.
I can't stop breathing.
I'm afraid of the next second.
No more air.
I thought
Actors know they want to be actors.
To do this play.
I see the actor wrapped in his heart.
It's hurt to me.
Liu Du is more like me
Or the howler is more like me.
These two are in the play.
What role did you play?
None of this matters.
This play made me see more of my personality.
Seeking the perfect thing
Into your own world.
I want to go back to my shell after this play.
I want security.
I want true feelings.
I don't want to tell anyone.
What I wanted to say in this play
I can even say
Myself.
So far
I don't know what it means.
The story came out anyway.
I wrote it out.
I am also deeply aware of my shortcomings.
When all of us don't want to.
How to do something about it.
Not to complain.
It's something in my personality.
I like complaining.
I always use it.
"A sewer artist."
This is a description of yourself.
Because I know all the stories that happen to me.
And in this world
I'm the only one who knows.
The end of the story.
I am also grateful for this opportunity.
I know it won't get me what I want.
But if we all find ourselves
It's a good thing.
It's like this.
In rehearsing the script
I keep stressing
The shots must go!
This gun must be fired!
It doesn't matter who died.
The important thing is that the shots must go!
This gun! It has to!
So when I say this
Who am I?
Am I Liu Do or howl?
The show needs to find itself.
Show your personality to everyone.
I'll reflect.
When choosing an artist
No more compassion to save all.
It's in art.
The geniuses are only a few.
I think
If you come to the play
When you get out of the theater
I'm sure I'm confused.
That's the cruelty of art.
Thank you all.
And when you begin to rehears of the loud howling
The streets on the side of the road may become extremely chaotic.
So you can't see.
Of course.
Or maybe you're drunk.
I'll jump after the show!
I hope I can finish his writing dream.
Hope the founders find what they want.
Let's hope every one of them gets something.
Hope I see myself more torn apart.
There is one possibility.
Because you might not want to believe it.
It's the end of the story.
The car outside is moving forward.
And howler.
Or Lau Doo.
And he'll be at his end.
Willing to recover from the tear.
Or keep hiding in their shells.
I don't have an answer.
Maybe it doesn't matter anymore.
I think
"The Howler on the ceiling."
I'm the only one who can write.
This is a world apart from me.
69.999.999 million people
I can't write it.
Only I can.
Love is everything.
Since there is no artistic sense of accomplishment.
Then let me learn to love.
Learn to face your shortcomings.
I hope everyone here learns to love.
Life can be without art. But not without love.
Because
I'm Liu Du.
I am the Howler.
Thanks for the theater.
Let me meet.
I feel precious to some people.
Do you understand me?
I can have no art.
You heard howling
But I can't live without these precious people.
And?
I hope everyone will grow up.
Dream on, Gold.
If the two sides were to communicate in the traditional form of dialogue
What kind of representation would it be?
One possibility is that dialogue will be filled with fine nonsense and decent talk.
Another possibility is to persuade each other to overwhelm the gesture of expression.
And that's not what we want to see.
So we took a wonderful form of having two people talk about each other's understanding of the play and sorted it out as a conversation on the basis of preserving each other's expressions. It was to be hoped that in such an unconnected dialogue, their respective intellectual clarity and hardness would emerge clearly to constitute an exchange that protected their own will to the greatest extent possible.
When I finished the article selection, Sauvald asked me, "What kind of relationship do you think exists between dreams and gold?"
It seems to me that two people are in a completely different parallel space of time and are determined not to lean a bit towards the other. As a result, as many expressions fall back on themselves, they will not have any interaction with each other.
But there is nothing wrong with that, and what we expect is not full agreement, but a disagreement with understanding.
And before we face the world, we can certainly choose to face ourselves first.
The Howlerer on the ceiling.
"Showing information."
On Saturday, January 2, 2021.
P4 Theater
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Why do I hate the "Howlers on the roof"?
Let yourself return to itself -- feel the nerve that connects you and me.
Plus 42 pounds.
Let life fulfill its mission.