Het Houten Huis & Nordland Visual Theater
Theater
I've been running into myself too often lately. This morning, I left home on time, but once outdoors, I turned out to be partially still in bed. When I came back in the evening, my left-behind-self had blockaded the door. Through the window, I saw him running through the house. Everything had been turned upside down. The emails from my computer were crammed into the refrigerator, my goldfish were swimming around the houseplants, and my dirty laundry was hanging to dry outside. I saw him quickly slip into a painting on the wall. Now, I'm hiding under the bedcovers, but I know he's watching me…
