Rosario Stefanelli 
N o t h i n g i s O u r s 

Theatre. Rebelling against a script that has already been written is not easy. But when you break your pride and realise that nothing is yours, maybe it is possible. 

‘Nothing is ours. Embrace passion action. And as soon as we believe that it is only ours, next to the illusory conviction of originality there is a mad philosopher of numbers who humiliates it, graphs it, synthesises it until it becomes abstract, far from the case of our creation, ready to annex it to that cosmos which is not humanity, but violent homologation which humiliates the self-determination of man. Man, now reduced to a deplorable monad, is waiting to enter with an impressive force of impact into those parametric and statistical models in which his gesture is only a variable that, although characterised by a single frequency, is still useful as a critical reference not to be crossed, on pain of exceeding a mean square deviation, beyond which there is the dangerous and non-existent freedom’.