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Pierrot and His Shadow

Today too, as usual, the curtain is up though the stage is run-down it’s the only and most precious stage available for Pierrot to perform his act. When he glanced through the box from the stage he found it was emptied though one seat was occupied the occupant was no one but his other self. Regardless of the poor performance the audience who always watches his act on his side was his other self, he was his shadow that moves along with him. Occasionally, after a little bit of a quarrel between them the shadow leaves Pierrot, but the shadow always comes back to him. For the shadow is there it enables Pierrot to perform today’s skit to stage alive, that’s why when dusk falls and the shadow returns to throw himself in Pierrot’s arms, he welcomes the other self with a smile because he cannot abandon his own shadow for any reason.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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