quecksilvereyes:

since im on a roll about tragedies:

i am sick to death of fourth wall breaks that are funny. i want fourth wall breaks that make me want to cry.

give me hamlet looking up during his monologue to see the audience and plead with them for help. give me orpheus, on the road back up from the underworld begging us to make sure eurydice is there, to tell him she is safe. give me orpheus turning when the audience stays silent.

give me someone, bloody and full of tears monologuing to the camera when the narrative has wound itself so tight that they can’t escape it anymore.

“youre just watching me. help me. im dying and im rotting and im losing myself and you wont do a thing.”

i want the tragedy to be the performance. i want the tragedy to be, truly, in the eyes of the beholder.