Every life is a theatrical play and has its own intrigu- ing story. But there are some lives that don't dovetail into plays or stories. Their lives exceeded the dimensions of one particular story or play, transforming into a chain of stories and plays.
While I was constructing the story of their strange life, I found myself on stage in a play. Nobody told me to act in it. I'm a volunteer actor in this play.
The theater is where this play, in which I'm an actor, opens its curtains while you're snoozing away in your warm, comfy bed. Sometimes after a one-act play is played, it closes its curtains before midnight, and some- times it stays open until the morning to watch the awak- ening of those in the bosom of sleep. I'm the one who plays in and watches this strange game until the stories are yours.
When the stories are yours, my acting as well as my spectatorship is over. The curtain of your theater goes up the moment my acting as well as my spectatorship end. Then maybe I'll fall into a deep slumber. Then again, maybe I'll fall into the trap of a new story and forget about sleep.
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