All of my friends are talented motherfuckers.
I’m performing a monologue in a couple of weeks
it’s taken out of the book Sputnik Sweetheart by Haruki Murakami. :) Specifically the most general paragraphs from ‘K’ I could find of him explaining his pain. This was done in hopes that the audience can connect to the performance despite however different their situations may be. Anyway, these excerpts are the ones that made me cry, and with no surprise I always cry whenever I rehearse it. Even without experiencing his pain, I can connect to ‘K’ in this weird way and feel crushing within my chest. Acting is so much fun.
Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.
