If you have no voice, SCREAM. If you have no legs, RUN. If you have no hope, INVENT.
Quidam: a nameless passer-by, a solitary figure lingering on a street corner, a person rushing past. It could be anyone, anybody. Someone coming, going, living in our anonymous society. A member of the crowd, one of the silent majority. The one who cries out, sings and dreams within us all...
For wherever the wind caries you, you will always be home.
Only when the questions become more important than the answers will the solutions emerce.
Don't know why I put these up. I didn't write them, but they are very interesting pieces of work. I don't know why, but I turn to lose myself in the worlds of these performers when I feel frustrated or depressed. I really hate sitting around. I just don't know what to do right now. I'm lost and the people who are supposed to help me are against me.
Cirque du Soleil - Quidam