Persona
text from persona. ingmar bergman. 1966.
The hopeless dream.
Not seeming, but being.
Conscious at every moment.
Vigilant.
At the same time the abyss between
what you are for others
and for yourself,
the feeling of vertigo and the constant desire
at least,
of being exposed.
Of being analyzed,
dissected
maybe even annihilated.
Every word a lie,
every gesture a falsehood,
every smile a grimace.
You can be immobile, and in silence.
At least that way you don't lie.
You can close yourself in,
alienate yourself.
Then you don't have to play roles,
and not put on false gestures.
You think...
But do you see?
Reality is in the way.
Your hiding place isn't impenetrable.
Life seeps in everywhere.
And you are forced to react.
No one asks if it is
real or unreal,
if you are true or false.
The question is only important in the theatre.
And hardly even there.
Created by Aria Olson for the Second Edition of the High Fashion Twitter Met Gala.
"Faces in the Mirror: Fashion and the Horror of Identity."
May 3, 2021.