“two people who have been living together for a long time have learned how to live together with the objects and the thoughts and the feelings that they have had for each other and when the thoughts and feelings and the rooms and the objects change and even the city changes and they cannot take all of the objects with them how could they transport all of the objects and now there are so many missing objects and there are more thoughts than there are objects and there are more questions than there are answers so they wake up and see somebody else that looks like them but could be somebody else could be anybody … and guests come by and are asked to perform different roles than they perform in real life and now just like in real life memories come back and these memories are ruthless and sometimes stolen and sometime invented and sometimes held dearly and sometimes there is a narrator telling a story but the story is pure invention and look at these helpless figures forced to witness their own awkward silence and look at these absurd exaggerations and you should not applaud but see in them things that you have seen in yourself because what you see here is what has been and what will never be again … the poet never had an idea what a poet was and still has no idea just look at his pile of note- books and look at his female counterpart pushing her lungs up a hill and she is literally pushing her lungs up a hill and look at that man with the world on his shoulders and you want to laugh and that stupid song that is playing and look at last in the face of all reason at the volcano that erupts in your face and you say to yourself is this what I expected or you feel empathy or you feel nothing or you fall to your knees or dance on your head and it is there you see someone you knew… Someone that looks just like they looked in real life …“
Great! I love william cody!! regards from Italy