The dream I saw was just what I could see. He was a trustworthy man who could cry together.
The introduction to the dream is amazing - 22-year-old subway driver, signatory comedian, bassist, microblogist, novelist, Japanese, sketch, existentialist.
Dream.
The antennas are crooked, and the signal is crooked.
66 minutes ago.
zaoyi
zaoyi: Long eyelashes.
"I like to play games, create, express."
The day I first came to P4 Theater, I was supposed to do the paperwork, but I was probably halfway through his interview, and I missed two of his original stories, the script he wanted to make movies or microfilms. The dream story of a normal girl named Rain can't tell from her dream, but when she wakes up, she's the richest woman and she's called "Nastasia Izoivva!" (after I asked which words of Monnastaya Izoivva were, he said, unknown.) Another story is "The Howler." We finalized the story to the stage, and in the process the story was constantly created collectively.
I remember the night I went to the movies, it was so windy that I couldn't light a cigarette. I gave him a lot of smoke, and he didn't feel strong enough. He's big, he's loud, he's very loud, and he's right, "You know what I mean?" He was wearing a black-pressed flavour, a Russian-language coat written "Let the world hear my silence", constantly waved and made various gestures in empty hands. In the Xinjiang node, he was particularly excited to read Mayakovsky's "The Clouds in Pants"
"I can become a man of unchallenged warmth.
Not a man.
It's a cloud in pants.
I don't believe it.
♪ There'll be a fragrance of Nice ♪
I'm gonna sing again.
A man who sleeps like a hospital.
A woman who is abused like a saying."
He had many moments when men and women were away, wanted to be beautiful, had long eyelashes, had to be a beauty of ice, had even come to P4 Theater's first sentence as if the video records were "open and beautiful", and had a tattoo on his leg with an axe on his face.
He waved particularly seriously, understood others very seriously and hoped that others would understand him. There is a desire to open the door to understanding, and he will be very clear in pointing out and capturing misunderstandings. Although he spoke out in favour of the rules and popular aesthetics of the so-called social traditions, he spoke out. Whether he disagrees or interferes with his thinking, he will speak directly and sincerely to you, communicate with you and not turn around. Although he would doubt his own words, he dared to say so. It's the most moving word in the script.
He was the comedian who kept talking about his own unique story, but when he entered the comedian community, he felt disappointed that it was not a funny ideal country, but a capital game. He's a bass player. He wants to start a band. His original image, the Iron Monkey in Digital Baby, liked to sing before sucking up all the dark side, and left a bear on his waist, sending out "the light of love."
To be honest, I've done some interviews, but it's so boring that I don't know what the interviews are, and I've misunderstood the interviews and the creations. I've been constipated, unable to create, miswritten, pushed away. I'm always on the run when I write this text. I can't face a dream. I have no way to face the fact that we are a ship in the desert, and we have nothing to lose in the face of this failure, whether in a crowded city or in a quiet residential area, or in a high-level, low-level balcony, where we all have the impression of screaming. No matter how many knives have been stabbed, no matter who stands in our way, tell us that we can no longer speak, and that we will not stop shouting at all by imposing restrictions of all kinds. Because there is no other way to express it. Repression has been taking root. So when I saw him, I always wanted to run away from the fact that I saw a man so rich. He's got so many human faces, he's been stinging me.
Yesterday I went to snow with my friends, and I suddenly remembered the only novel I was satisfied with, a story I wrote when I was 14. Now that we're talking to friends, it's probably just a little story about a girl looking for her mother, and I'm going to find my father and feel her lies, as if it's that simple. But I also feel that the story itself contains a lot of solid facts, characters and deities that support and comfort me that time. I'm not avoiding analysis, but it's rigid, but there's some penetrating insight in the story. I suddenly don't want to make any judgment. I will not look at him again calmly, nor turn my hands, so I will pose. Because he didn't face anyone like that. The vortex of analysis-reverse analysis seems to have no instinctive walking. Is it really important whether the dream is a howler or a gunman? It can be any story, but at this moment, the dream is no longer alone, and it is a dream that many people are doing together and that is about to be done by countless people, and it will become our dream and into our lives.
When I write these words, I find that what matters is not content, not really what concepts to convey, but people are talking and doing things. It has no fine plot. When I kept watching the dream-in-the-dream video and the dream-in-the-dream microblogging, I found that he had not been seen at all, and it was important to hear his flashy voice. People are alive. With people, with relationships, with us. "We" is great enough. And leave the shackles of justice, and trust those whom you have never met, and do a play that cannot be determined but is actually happening, and go on stage with your friends who you know or are about to know. Dream bravely, live from the hole of practice, cry out, travel back and forth and practice our unprecedented lives.
We have a resonance that I can't write, and I don't know the resonance of the name, which may be a two-way emotional disorder, or a hard-to-write creator, or a bitter expression, but it doesn't matter. The important thing is that he came here as the initiator, who lets us have a lot of play, and he's going to do it seriously, and he's going to give us the real birth of The Howler on the ceiling, so we all have a feeling that we're together, we've made a work, we've made a very present, we've done it once. That's great. This time it's there. This time bomb was ignited by the desire for trust and creativity brought about by dreams. Every day that comes next, we're moving forward with this show, and we're growing and retrofitting, turning yesterday over a page. We are a new generation born every day, and there will be less resistance to doing things with such freshness. It's the first time I've written! It's the first time we've played! Are you reading this? Stranger, are you reading this? Let's go, together, together, howl, together in dreams!
The dream was the first sponsor of the P4U recruitment program, which was launched by the government of the Republic of Macedonia.
He started the play, "The Howler on the ceiling."
Will
2 January 2021
On P4 Theater.
"The Howler on the ceiling."
In P4 Theater
At 7:30 p.m.
It's on time.
Howling once in a lifetime!
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