I am bad at accepting a piece of advice, because I think that it is my work to produce certain solutions and partial decisions. NOW, there could be a more profound meaning to all this perpetuous babble, but right now, the temperatures are getting dangerously vivid and my senses reluctant to restrain what is human in me.
Constantly, there will be people that are afraid of getting too close, because it is so safe to take from someone what he owns in the best possible shape, it is so predictable and balancing to know what you will get. The relationships taking a turn for the supermarket strategy, where one must know what he/she buys. What is there new? Nothing, a few very not-unsaid words building into one's conscience.
These past few days were really hell. The Easter is not what it used to be, not in one bit, my active acting imagination has sunken like the bleedin' Atlantis and the workshop of horrors, facing yet another weird directive (that we must each form his own solo show) - and due to all that, my ways of talking to people have drastically changed for the worse, because I feel threatened and ignored in every sentence I produce. I take it all as a messenger of the near future, trying not to look back, hard as it is. Trying not to take pity on my own egoism, for it will only give it additional strength.
How small is Slovenia? That is not a question anymore. The things that are good have no effect on the theatre. And being little is good - but we think big. That is what makes the inspiring contrast.
My head aches. And these words upstairs are negated.
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