Mr Nobody is based on a view... I looked at my life and I never chose the things that happened to me. Like Bill Hicks used to say it's all a ride... I didn't choose where to be born, my genes, my body, my face, my eyes... and how could I? to choose I have to have a preference... without preference a choice is impossible and without choice an "I" is impossible so I'm thrown in this body without any causality like a mini big bang... Out of nowhere an observer is born... A somebody and A N0b0dy. And that's how it all began : We eventually emerge...
I think it's a dance.
The N0b0dy meets the somebody... and then I'm watching :
He can smell his mom's hair... it's nice. Dad smells good too. years pass... He's a teenager now experiencing his body in a different way... it's a movie and I get so involved I forgot to bring my popcorn.
Living through the somebody... watching the movie. it's been really dramatic... He cries a lot, He gets angry a lot, He's been confused a lot. Sometimes he even cuts himself so that the pain comes out. There is always some soundtrack playing in the background; He does everything in music.
Almost everything...
There are jokes too, some of them are really funny. but it's been mostly dramatic since... also a thriller because he is seeking so hard... so thirsty he is willing to drink his own piss.
He is trying to reach out to me so hard that he broke a few bones and we touched a few times but we're still apart...
Weeping like a widow he tries again... to reach through the screen. I laugh... he cries.
One touch...
And we dance
We dance
We dance
Then something happens... he is not ready yet. He gets dragged back into the screen... He gets back to his struggle, to his thirst. To his hell...
What happens next? will he reach out again?
Will I have the opportunity to dance with him again? Maybe sometimes a drop and he reaches out a little bit but again struggling dragged back scratching his nails on the ground...
The Noise...
What will happen next?
Coming this moment...
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