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26 May

Posted at 11:15h in Creative Writing by

While seeing Eugen Ionesco's play The bald singer I had the grotesque feeling of slipping away. As if I was no longer there.. as if the unveiled theatrical mechanism, its absurdity, has taken over my emptiness too. I would have burst in a supreme laughter if I hadn’t...