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Not just unavailable filming. A screenplay that works. At all costs, career-fame is not even a redemptive, exceptional glorification of life, nor is it the eternal futile climbing of the success-ladder of recognition – only Humanity is the only important thing. Only the sparking summer sun, sea, romance.
Only the loyal footprints of love, the blushing kissing-floods of blushing faces. Spicy delicious roast, meringue-bean cream cake. Only my sweetheart’s heaven-laugh is the really important one. Dancing to the music of lazy ripples, a salty-tasting superstition Twilight that covers our whole body. Only concentrated attention is important: empathy and tolerance, which is becoming more and more stunted and is being squeezed out of this now vile Executioner’s World.
Only aching tenderness, an Edenic beauty is important, which can stretch its eager net over the yarrow-soulful moments to triumph over ever-changing Time. For things, objects, and friends are always breaking away from us. For only the great Nothing is the only absolute constant. Only misery, the growing sense of loss, remains in balance.
Lost happy endings can only be played by theatres, if they can play them. The cords of conscious action have long since been broken, and even now one can still see the forgotten senses, the infarct-inducing, ice-cold knife emotions of break-ups. The festering big world keeps scraping away its increasingly filthy wounds. An over-secured lock would be needed to prevent cheap little secrets from leaking out through cut slits.
They can no longer believe in the current overblown, overprotected, over-secured systems. Those who have sinned and transgressed now get away with it, as others do as the only pathetic recipe for survival. The ruptured, unravelled cause cannot be known in any way! The stack-stars are always swept out after closing time!