Several Times I Used to Die

Testimony of a shocking and deeply touching theatrical performance. The atmosphere is gloomy, nefarious. One has the fucking impression of no longer having oxygen in the lungs, of leaving this world. The colours are surprisingly warm, in perfect antithesis. What are we? Immersed in a uterine atmosphere, completely enveloped by a sea in constant motion, sticky: amniotic fluid. A microphone dropped in the middle, a … Continue reading Several Times I Used to Die