Uh, we, um, not only the depiction of class struggle and human suffering that asks whether the true revolution comes from, uh, changing the world or changing you.

That's one fucking thing.

But the fact.

And like I said, I have no idea why this popped into my head.

It's like, it's crazy.

It's madness on its own.

The entire premise,

this is a play performed by inmates of a French asylum, right?

The play is a play inside of a play,

dramatizing assassination of a revolution's radical figure, right?

And there's an aristocratic audience watching?

What does that sound like?

The elites, the haves, right?

They're watching the have-nots.

Oh, we're so entertained by the have-nots.

Oh, did you see that lunatic?

Right?

The play within a play format allows for social commentary.

That's like social media.

Aristocratic audience is watching and the inner performance marked by inmates'

is increasing agitation.

That's us.

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