May 9. 10:54 pm when I start writing this.
Time expands and shrinks INSIDE.
Woke up this morning and here I am again in a blink of an eye.
5 days. Feels like 5 weeks of work or 5 seconds.
Next thing I know it’s gonna be Monday morning.
Between drafts 4 and 5.
I’ve only had 4 coffees today.
Approximately 27 cigarettes. My rolling tobacco ended.
Missed phone calls from the outside world. My phone sucks.
Down to 8 pages. Including the descent.
Finished at 1.32.
Europe’s day? People holding the Finnish flag on the train.
First day of rehearsal with our team.
Radu, Maria, Rolando and Cosmin.
A taxi driver mistook the Peasant’s Museum with the Village Museum.
Intense conversations. Excited.
The piece tends to get musical.
A list of objects.
A list of movements.
A list of fears.
A list of courageous things.
A list of magical possibilities.
A list of irony.
A list of poetry.
A list of thoughts.
How is it all going to sound tomorrow?
Andreea is everywhere.
Csaba from Budapest. Haven’t seen him in 6 years. His Romanian is perfect.
Vera brought the metal box I’d forgotten at her place two nights ago.
Ella dropped by and said hi. Laur drove her back.
Performance art cocaine piece talk.
Taught Tamilla how to get around in the subway. Partially.
Toma searched for Nic.
Realized I haven’t really eaten today.
Bucharest is too dim. This river is underused.
Wondering if I’ll dream something.
Setting an alarm.
Waiting for the 6th second will come.