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drammaturga[ The message is written in a tidy scrawl. ]
Well, well! What an interesting stage we have here! The props and the actors all seem to be in the beginnings of the first act, busy as little mice with setting the mood. But I wonder, I wonder. Who, then, is the audience? And who is the lead? Or are we all equal shares that role, our toils and struggles amusing for the invisible and inaudible applause? A wonder, then, as to what happens to our homes. I know I, at least, am not from here, and judging by a quick glance through this mystical book, neither is anyone else who reads this. Then why, pray tell, have I been summoned to this performance?
- ∞
Well, well! What an interesting stage we have here! The props and the actors all seem to be in the beginnings of the first act, busy as little mice with setting the mood. But I wonder, I wonder. Who, then, is the audience? And who is the lead? Or are we all equal shares that role, our toils and struggles amusing for the invisible and inaudible applause? A wonder, then, as to what happens to our homes. I know I, at least, am not from here, and judging by a quick glance through this mystical book, neither is anyone else who reads this. Then why, pray tell, have I been summoned to this performance?
- ∞
