Theater

A man performs whole days from his life as a drama, each day at home in his apartment. He goes to great lengths to be as realistic as possible, walking around the apartment and tending to day-to-day business. Only at night, when he sits by himself in the kitchen, does he peek now and then at the window to glimpse his audience. He won’t completely abandon the notion that someone is out there. It’s like when you stand on the landing, in front of a closed door, and you can’t help thinking that someone is watching through the peephole.

Theater

A man performs whole days from his life as a drama, each day at home in his apartment. He goes to great lengths to be as realistic as possible, walking around the apartment and tending to day-to-day business. Only at night, when he sits by himself in the kitchen, does he peek now and then at the window to glimpse his audience. He won’t completely abandon the notion that someone is out there. It’s like when you stand on the landing, in front of a closed door, and you can’t help thinking that someone is watching through the peephole.

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