"On n'est pas dans le futurisme, mais dans un drame bourgeois ou un thriller atmosphérique"
In any book there is no escape from the language that expresses our deep truth and therefore there is no fear from feeling the self defeated though resistant against all our failure and loss, against our loneliness against itself. Writing has taught me that our destiny is nothing but to live surrounded by the prison of the language that is the source of all what is inside, of all that is beautiful and alive: our brain.
This play depicts the experience of loneliness of a young man. Though the fact of being surrounded by people and voices, he feels alone so he is trying to build a meaning to his life in order to transcend that human condition...
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"On n'est pas dans le futurisme, mais dans un drame bourgeois ou un thriller atmosphérique"
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