“After a performance, I came out into the lobby where a middle-aged Dutch woman was waiting to see me. She politely inquired, “What is Hans doing now?” I responded, “Who do you mean by Hans?” “Hans Buruma, my husband,” she said. As she explained it, Hans Buruma was once in charge of mail delivery at the Amsterdam Central Post Office. Three years before, he had attended Heretics (Jashumon), a guest production from Tokyo presented by my theatre troupe at the Mickery Theater. Just after the play began, two men masked in black leaped down into the audience area, grabbed her husband by the arms, and forcibly dragged him up onto the stage. Once onstage, Hans was dressed in a costume and made up, and before he knew it, he had become a character in the play. At least two times during the course of the play, she clearly saw her husband joining other characters who together pulled the ropes. He seemed to be enjoying himself. But when the play was over, Hans never returned to his seat in the audience. The wife waited for two hours, then went to the dressing room, but the members of the company had already returned to the hotel. That night, Hans failed to come home. After two more nights, he still hadn’t returned. By then, the company had left Holland and moved on to West Germany. She thought he had joined the company, that “they hired Hans for his acting skill.” She thought, “My husband is in the play.” Now. after three years had passed, she was pleading with me, “Please give me back my husband.” I had to tell her that I had never heard this story before. Neither I nor anyone in the company knew a middle-aged Dutchman named Hans Buruma. There was no evidence indicating that such a person had been with us during the past three years. When I told her that I didn’t know him, she was on the verge of tears. “Then where is Hans?” she asked. Three years ago–one middle-aged male post-office delivery worker evaporated into our play. In this case, we cannot distinguish where the drama ends and reality begins.”
— Shuji Terayama, The Labyrinth and the Dead Sea: My Theatre, translated by Carol Sorgenfried in Unspeakable Acts: The Avant-Garde Theatre of Terayama Shuji
what the FUCK was his problem
#'help me? don't scare me theon' ;_; #☝️🤓 i'm prince theon now #i love bran and theon so much its not even funny #beefing with an 8 year old is crazy
It really is, sigh. Y'know, there was a gifset of the GOT adaptation of that first scene, where in the show Theon proudly explained to Bran how he took Winterfell, and poor confused Bran's only response was “why?” -- and I'll never forget the tags:
Oh, Theon. Theon, Theon.
Girl what am I being sold here?
Solidarity
cars are animals and blinkers are their mating displays so when your blinkers sync up with the car in front of you that means you need to rear end them roughly and repeatedly
QUICK. RB THIS WITH THE FIRST SONG LYRIC THAT COMES TO YOUR HEAD WHEN YOU SEE THIS POST. THAT IS AN ORDER
I’m way behind on Tumblr. Barely keeping up on tiktok with Butch positivity.
i know its already been said more eloquently but it really is insane that boeing can just...have a whistleblower executed mid-trial. its not gonna be in the news cycle, no one's gonna bother reporting on it - much less accusing them in a formal manner of killing him - in a few months no one's gonna remember it and everyone's gonna keep flying on their planes
can you imagine if this happened in a non-western country? like imagine if someone in malaysia investigating flight 370 got mysteriously disappeared right before they could conclude revealing the results of their investigation - there would be an international outcry, probably an international investigation like there was for the flight itself - but because this happened to an american industry, to a company with its fingers so deep in american regulatory organizations, we'll probably never find out what happened
sources for those concerned
Definitely considering having a grey alien over for dinner
february lasted 8 years but march is already half over even though it started 3 days ago
didn’t even realize it was a bot because this interaction is so human
As a wheelchair user, I am both offended and horny now. Thank you.
I need everyone to see the Shadowheart and Lae'Zel VA shenanigans.
"I'm god's favorite princess!"
one of my greatest pet peeves in fiction, and it is truly stupid I know, is that no one seems to understand how genuinely hard it is to kill someone via stabbing. stab wounds have a mortality rate of like 5%. especially abdominal stabbing. tv shows and movies show dudes getting stabbed one time in the lower abdomen with a tiny knife and then they fall over. like what did he die of precisely. that man died of Small Knife
Please reblog, I’m trying to make up a god