That’s grotesque.
(whispering): She’s here.
I’m looking for… I don’t know. Something real. Upstairs it’s all glass and labels. “Max Reinhardt’s gloves. 1905.” What am I supposed to feel?
That’s just biography.
Theater is the art of the impossible made visible for two hours. After that, it goes back into the boxes. But sometimes… the boxes forget to close all the way.
That’s not possible.
Now. Did you come to see, or to leave a review?
That’s grotesque.
(whispering): She’s here.
I’m looking for… I don’t know. Something real. Upstairs it’s all glass and labels. “Max Reinhardt’s gloves. 1905.” What am I supposed to feel? theatermuseum wien
That’s just biography.
Theater is the art of the impossible made visible for two hours. After that, it goes back into the boxes. But sometimes… the boxes forget to close all the way. That’s grotesque
That’s not possible.
Now. Did you come to see, or to leave a review? or to leave a review?
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