Prologue
"All the world is a stage...", he said once, and I go on and say that all the worlds are my stages. And just like that, Shakespeare's idea is not his idea anymore. Plural made it mine; a little touch of paraphrasing and we are talking about something else. Something mine, not his. Which is:
- Many are the worlds. Many are the stages my art can live on. A piece of music is a photo is a painting is a book is a play is myself.
Myselfie.
My show can be on Instagram and my selfie onstage. A book in 140 characters. A spoken tweet. Stage design on a webpage - the venue of (a)live performance.
And as many other pairings between the real and the virtual you may discover. You can email them to me if you want to collaborate to the process.
Dancing through posts!
That was the last one, I guess. For now.
This blog is my Pandora box, containing not all the evils of the world, but some of the evils of my soul.
I'm lying.
Better: not the evils of my soul, but the anguish of the - Forget it.
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It's my box of thoughts. Some are evil, some are good. And some are not one or the other.
Like this video.
