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VÓRTICE Noche negra, dopada negra. El letrero verde de neón en la azotea. Aire helado en las alturas. Hacia […]
VÓRTICE Noche negra, dopada negra. El letrero verde de neón en la azotea. Aire helado en las alturas. Hacia […]
It is possible to imagine this room, because you have been in it before.
Actors do their best to blend in to the faceless glass city. They get desk jobs, they settle down, they raise families. None of it is real.
Imagine their devotion. Imagine what they heard.
The curtain opens on the cold, wintry Atlantic Ocean.
Can you see it? A huge expanse of water, crystal clear, a cliché. Dotted with little floating heads.
In the end there is not nothing. In the end there is endless everything.
This landscape offers things up to you – and your body takes its place among them. Rest for a moment. You do not need to make anything appear; so much is already here, and you are not even close to being in control.
The extravagance of these small fragments and minor aesthetic details are not wasteful, but beautiful. Think trans girl with diminutive ambition, sufficient amuse-bouche, endless caress, depressive, but comfortable, reparative when she leaks a little, and juvenile with a crush.
Who goes with Caesar? A Drama in One Act SETTING The hold. A thick and layered darkness. A heavy odor […]