The following text is from Sunchai, Human Surrender.
I was sitting in a black car and just finished the party at a friend's house. Friends say I should write a tweet for the show on the 26th.
When I was a kid, I hated taking pictures, a natural aversion. Every time I see myself in that picture, I can't help but judge him. I hate Ta and I don't want to admit it's my record. What am I? I'm not the colored shadow that was printed in the photo, and I'm not the body that stood in the frame before it.
The driver of the black car was speeding and turned left on the highway to the right in excess of every car in front of him.
In college, it's always hard to get actors, and I've had to start playing a lot of roles in my friends' work. I don't like myself in the movie, the simplest, and I feel ugly when I'm filmed, so I hardly look back at the material unless it's necessary, unless I'm working on editing.
It's painful to gaze at the face that I've been photographed for a long time, but I appear over and over and over again in the picture, again and again, with clippings full of "self". This is a form of torture for me.
He's driving so fast, I'm sure he'll feel dangerous, and I'm sure he doesn't care. He came from somewhere. Does he want to go back?
After graduation, I naturally wanted to avoid it, but the only place I could be needed for three years was to play, and I came to Beijing in this way, and I met everyone by playing, and I became friends.
It's the only action I can need.
Turn left without slowing, we're all right. After that turn, it's on Yan.
And by chance, I've been playing the role of an actor for the past six months. Whenever someone asks me if I want to help out with something, I answer "of course", and when I say yes, I wonder why I can say it so easily, and the language is thrown out of my grasp by a fixed program. So I'm moving around in different roles and now.
But it's the last time, 26 is my last show, and then I'll deliberately stop until something big or never happens.
I wrote these on my home computer. When did I get home?
It's broken and partial, far from the truth. I put them together into something perhaps logical, but in reality none of them exists. Similarly, I can write the next paragraph, which is so passionate about performance, that it has nothing to do with reality. It doesn't matter. It's important that I am moved by the people who are together, that I am dry of real love and will be dumped on stage. And at that moment I will pray for you, and at that moment everything is true, and at that moment my love is at last true, and at that moment I cease to doubt, and all of it is true.
This is the last rehearsal.
The Last Rehearsal is a cultural and artistic exchange that combines theatrical performances, behavioural arts, sound scenes and artistic devices, and the performance lasts more than an hour. Throughout the process, we look forward to engaging with the audience, which will have a full photographic record and will eventually be placed in the Human Surrender film.
August 26 is only one time in our life, hoping that you and I can have a wonderful night together and feel that art brings us wonderful life experiences. The performers were all on the poster, and if they wanted more information, they could focus on the P4 Theater.
The Last Rehearsal
Event: final performance of the Human Surrender film
Time: 2023/8/26 (Saturday) 1930
Location: Stingfish Bookshop (intermediate theatre store)
Tickets: $99.
Detailed advice: additional captain (p4theater03)
Purchase of tickets: Cleaning of green 2D
I started dreaming about rehearsals and performances in April, and I started dreaming about increasing frequency in June. Since when? The boundaries between performance in dreams and reality have become blurred, the drama has spread into life or the reality has spread into the theatre, and it is unclear. One second's rehearsing, the next is on stage, the last is on stage, the next is a party. It's all so real and there's no doubt that I'm following its time and everything is natural.
That's not what I'm talking about. I don't know what I'm talking about.
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