In Agony with ArtHe was standing under a massive arch that seemed to be the only part holding up the ceiling. He was tired because they had been toiling for weeks with the same thing, over and over again. All the words and all the movement had slowly become a daily routine instead of actual art, the usual way an actor becomes a robot.
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