- I don’t know much about the theater.
- I don’t know much about destiny.
- I don’t know much about Greek Drama.
- The theater, destiny, Greek Drama.
- There’s a deaf-mute who gives sealed envelopes to people at cafes. “Know your destiny.”
- They don’t believe him, that’s why they give him money.
- If they believed their destiny is in a sealed envelope, they wouldn’t take it.
- I would burn it.
- Prometheus stole fire.
- Burn it.
- There’s a woman pretending to draw a man’s reflection in the mirror. He gives her money, and she runs away.
- “Now I can see your eyes.” She couldn’t see them in the mirror.
- Mirrors help us touch.
- A group of actors are rehearsing “Prometheus Bound.” They are struggling to reach the text, they’re not ready yet.
- How can one be ready for human destiny?
- Destiny is in a sealed envelope prepared by a deaf-mute.
- How can you be ready?
- But destiny is over, that’s why they are doing rehearsals.
- The event is over, everything is an after thought.
- Everything is a reflection in the mirror.
- Burn the envelope.
- The group rehearsing “Prometheus Bound”, begin with a mirror stage.
- In couples of two, they stand in front of each other and learn to touch.
- “Have you ever touched yourself in the mirror? Have you ever tried to touch someone else’s reflection?”
- Then they “start” to reach out for the word.
- They are all in a nonverbal state, and each improvises according to an imagined disability.
- One of them thinks he has no feet, and start walking on his knees.
- They become hypochondriacs. Theater is the art of improvised hypochondria.
- This search for the word, allows their bodies to become sites of both possibilities and limitations.
- They make sounds. They have the language somewhere at the back of their heads, but they pretend to be deaf-mute.
- Language happened long ago.
- This search for the word, allows them to stick together and become a wave.
- A wave made of body parts and unformed noises.
- Noise has a form, it’s the word.
- Where is Prometheus? Give them the word.
- Destiny happened long ago, burn it.
- The deaf-mute sits in his room, putting torn pages of books and sealing envelopes.
- The woman who draws mirror reflections, sits in her room and draws a gun.
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