Seven rooms for the mirror dancer!

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Seven rooms for his dance from a distant past into an equally gray future!

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It is his ISLAND MUSEUM.

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A museum, not just of his dreams, but of all his pathetic existential explanations and attempts at interpretation, his outlooks, distractions, seductions, his longings, his attempts to escape and his consolations.

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Aren't they finally buried in this museum?

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Will the mirror dancer finally become free and Zarathustra's equal?

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Or does he just want to get an idea of all these big things he doesn't understand like
TIME, REALITY, DREAM, CULTURE, RELIGION and DEATH?

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Meanwhile, he will continue to perform his ritual dances every day for which he is payed for.

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The mirror held up as a protective mask where his counterpart always only sees his own projections.