Sunday, The Day For The Language Of

Seek And You Shall Find The Repulsive Things You Secretly Hope To Find.

Anna Despises Two Classes Of People: First, Those Who Own Their Own Homes And Have Cars And Families, And Second, Everybody Else. Constantly She Is On The Verge Of Exploding. With Rage. A Pool Of Pure Red. The Pool Is Filled With Speechlessness That Talks Away At Her Nonstop.

Trust Is Fine, But Control Is Better.

After All, When You Take A Walk You're After Solitude, And If The Solitude Won't Come To You, You Must Go To It.

Characters On Stage Should Be Flat, Like Clothes In A Fashion Show: What You Get Should Be No More Than What You See. Psychological Realism Is Repulsive, Because It Allows Us To Escape Unpalatable Reality By Taking Shelter In The “luxuriousness” Of Personality, Losing Ourselves In The Depth Of Individual Character. The Writer's Task Is To Block This Manoeuvre, To Chase Us Off To A Point From Which We Can View The Horror With A Dispassionate Eye.