IN CAPTIVITY OF APPEARANCES

How many times when I was a weed guy, I would have wished to sneak into the actor's locker rooms through the secret snail tunnels like an invisible otherworldly friendly ghost, a stray ghost. It would have been nice to have been disappointed by the roomy crackling boards, and to have either pious Yorick, Fastaff, or Graciano with his head held up to the audience to confess the petty, naive, innocent, holy lies of ordinary life.

Oh, in my mind I was greeted in Thalia's Noble wax museum as an old returning dear guest, who only stays until he can see the face of his favorite actress up close wishing him" a big hat " - for public appearances. - A bushy joke, a human gesture-the theater did not do so much, because money always rattled from above, and because an actor always has his hands tied! He draws a smile, a glued Halo, an angel's wing, so that the average person can faithfully and faithfully believe that reality is just a kind of unforgivable, idyllic appearance, a childish little nonsense.

I could never understand that if anyone played a character-character and radically transformed his personality, behavior, etiquette, and so on-why is it that, after stepping off the boards of the world, the murderous hubris-arrogance, overbearing phlegmatic-finesse is overcome?! ,,That was just a role Dear Sir! I hope you understand!"he replied. - I watched in my vulnerable soul the flow of sadness and restless grief, and like an orphan child, I burst out crying in protest in one of the renovated restrooms, and the great charade that deceived everyone was going on outside!