This Is The Pinnacle And Absolute Of Theatre; Why Try To Be Film? Why Make The Proscenium Your Screen?

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humans are a subspecies of elf known for dying really quickly and being stressed the whole time

The one good thing about the proscenium arch and the television screen alike is that if it's a "window" into people's lives, then you can have both insight and reflection.

But if you see it as a Black Mirror... Then that's where the problem is. Stanislavsky said to love the art in ourselves, not to love ourselves in the art, and I think that can be applied here in a different sense than his meaning. There's art in other people to love too, and that's what love is, I think; seeing the art in another person.

Not every story is about seeing yourself in it. Sometimes it’s about learning to see other people too.

It's embarrassing and also so damn joyous. I deeply love the discomfort... That is, the dis(covery of )comfort. It brings me great joy getting to know new people and getting to know them better.

early stages of friendship are Soooo embarrassing like yea sorry....... it's me again............ i enjoy talking to you and spending time with you....... you can shoot me point blank if you want i dont mind

truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.

(looks back) guess it was just the wind...

(winces) eurydice is RIGHT behind me, isn’t she?

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affirmations

i am a complex organism brutally engineered by uncaring forces of nature

i am a product of billions of years and trillions of deaths

i am building a machine greater than myself

i am able to make phone calls and appointments