Do not think about Olezha as a director and Anton as an actor. Do not think about "to be his weapon/tool" metaphors. Do not think about Anton being a megaphone to Olezha's ideas. Do not think about Anton struggling with self-fulfillment and lack of purpose in life. Do not think about Olezha giving it to him. Do not think about Anton feeling useful for the first time in his life. Do not think about Olezha feeling truly powerful for the first time in his life. Do not think about the intimacy of shaping another person into something else. Something ideal and ideological that is greater than the both of you. Do not think about Anton being Olezha's mouth. Do not think about Diplomator being born in the space where their breath intermingles when Olezha is drawing the mask. Do not think about Olezha giving Anton the mask and freedom that comes with it. Do not think about Olezha getting an echo of this freedom for himself. Do not think about how megaphone feels when it amplifies the words spoken into it. Do not think about how megaphone feels when it fulfills it's purpose. Do not think about how it feels to see your ideas brought to life by something powerful. To see your Galatea come to life and breath, centimetres from your face. And Diplomator is just that: something. And by adopting the persona of him Anton becomes something relievingly inanimate too. Abstract idea, personification of the words that come out of his mouth, a symbol. Do not think about how the power and immortality of something that transcends physical feels to a living person. Do not think about the strain it takes to shape yourself into an idea. Do not think about the rush it gives you, to shape yourself into someone else's idea, that is better and greater than you yourself could ever hope to be. Do not think about the rush it gives you, to shape the world with someone else's hands. With someone else's mouth. To kiss the mouth that shapes the world into your idea. To kiss your idea. To be kissed by the one who shaped you and gave you purpose. Who sees you as worthy to be his idea. Who sees you as beautiful, because or despite of that. To become one thing, that is finally whole, even for a moment, when your two vital halfs kiss. To get so close to becoming real, escaping the abstract you are forever stuck in, when your mind and your body connect.
