A true performer, every line he speaks is the unconscious babble of a drunken man, and every frown he makes is the conditioned pain of a sharp knife reaching the center of his eyebrows. This is his fate, silently muttering words and sentences that do not belong to him in the light and shadow, until he whispers them and carves them into his life.
So for him, every performance is an experience of nirvana and rebirth.
Conception: