It's like confronting everyone at once so that I see only a few faces but they're spliced and rather like the Scanner Darkly multi-face----
Again, look around. Terrifying, and yet again I. Just will interrupt myself to say, stage fright during rehearsal. The worst, knowing it'll be filled tonight and it might swallow you. But therein lies the convenience of the shock of real live people out there...more nervous than the performer, who knows his neighbors are only personas--if he gets away with naming them however he wants, they will likely discriminate amongst their own moods, they'll tell the artist he's working overtime for nothing, better enjoy not learning anymore: this will become you rather well; once it's over they can all say, he wasn't quiet. Had his number blocked here and there, the worst (yet most infrequent) dialer no matter the state of mind: a cancer with commentary.
It isn't like that usually, only on weekends and those nights when it's pressing in, the study and all its unnecessary walls--doors removed from the closet included.
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