thoughts at Shotgun
The wall of “me”,
can finally loosen,
the art of acting,
the art of submission
to text, to life, to subconcious happening,
an excavation of all that is “I”
for the sake of sharing,
for the sake of “try”
The wall of “me”,
can finally loosen,
the art of acting,
the art of submission
to text, to life, to subconcious happening,
an excavation of all that is “I”
for the sake of sharing,
for the sake of “try”