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This is somewhat what preparation for a show looks like:

Rest A While

4th of November:

Not all here

1st of November:

"He was a lonely ghost uttering a truth that nobody would ever hear. But so long as he uttered it, in some obscure way the continuity was not broken." George Orwell, 1984

This is one of my favourite excerpts and some of the most beautiful words I have ever read in fiction. I find it fascinating how the character refers to himself as a ghost as he realises that he could be taken and killed at any time and from that perspective it's almost like he doesn't exist because of the impending possibility that he could be erased from existence at any moment. 

I think this photo symbolises the fact that sometimes we can feel not altogether there and also how sometimes we can feel invisible. The rain adds to that melancholy sadness. 

2nd of November:

   

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