“Good morning, O our heart, guardian of the path yet untrodden.”

“Good morning, O wondrous painter on the canvas of the mind.”
“Good morning, O goddess who dances at the break of dawn as the night fades away.”

In the fragile haze, or 23:59:59, the story of one soul and another intertwines with a third—a conflict in the hour that is about to pass; it is… being, existence, or never being at all? Are those three lives interwoven? Three living beings? Three reflections that intertwine and separate into one? What dances joyfully and what weighs heavy? What sound resonates within the framework of questions? Imagination beneath imagination—if a thought game begins in different directions, will it fail to reflect feelings that cannot come to be? Is it possible that through such imagination, the constructed truth clashes with the naked opulence displayed in the colors drawn toward a future that is free and adrift?

If one shoe is lost, whether it be the left or right, does not one of the pair remain incomplete? Can it be worn alongside others without feeling out of place? The reflection of thoughts, images of tomorrow, images of hatred, or dreams in a room sweet as blooming flowers striving to protect their identity from the toxic scent of the world? Or is it a world constructed—bitter yet impressive—escaping into dreams, perhaps? No, or is there a way out? The mind of feeling fleeing from the unwanted self—should there be a villain in this imagination? Us or others? Villains or the harmed? Shall we not remain in dreams, in reverie? Look around, shall we? You, who dreams, are you called good? In what light is virtue measured? The good in dreams reflects morality, a conscious mind, a mirror revealing the truest self—opposites, sound and reflection.

In the dawn of dreams, in the joyous motion of reverie, what imagination casts its shadow on reality? The visions projected—past, present, future; images of hatred, images of love yet forsaken, or dreams in a room sweet as blooming flowers striving to protect their charm from the toxic scent of existence? Or is the constructed world cruel yet beloved, escaping into dreams? No, or is there a way out? The spirit retreating from the unwanted self, a self burdened with duties and responsibilities, justly so. Let not villainy flourish in that imagination; should there only be good people present? Who is good, or just add: No. Look around, the dreamer themselves is not just good? Measure goodness how? The good in dreams, a mind trembling with morals, awareness reflected to reveal the true self—opposites, sound and reflection.

“I dreamed I was a nightingale soaring in this canvas of beauty; and that nightingale dreamed it was me, singing a melody as pleasing as a hymn to the goddess of labor. And when I awoke, was I the nightingale, or was that nightingale me?”
“What is there to ask if the time approaches midnight, 23:59, and the alarm clock has gone silent?

Note 1: The performance has a total duration of 50 minutes. It is a standing-viewing exhibition, and there are some chairs available in portions of the event where attendees can sit until the character requests the chair back.

Warning: This production includes references to death in some parts, but there is no physical violence. Audience members are advised to use their discretion when deciding to attend and watch the performance.

Showtimes:
* October 12, 2024, at 14:30 and 18:30
* October 19, 2024, at 14:30 and 18:30
* October 26, 2024, at 14:30 and 18:30

🎫 Ticket : Adult 489 THB / Student 300 THB
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🏟️ Location : 6060 Arts Space / Black space ( Soi Pradipat 21)

💁‍♀️ More Information 0922582266 (Pim or Jutaphit Usaha) / jpusaha.bber@gmail.com