We live in absurd times where we are least surprised by the political and economic absurds – more intriguing and incomprehensible are the social ones.

Can a melody really be retired an a picture be entered in the archive of “old pictures”? How could the eternally live, as energy, talent and love, and yet still be thick with dust?

I believe that the term “retired actor” exists solely in the minds of our compartmentalized society, and nowhere else.