Mondays trigger all sorts of crises for Max.
This particular Monday, he has to turn his back on the escape offered by theatre, and go back to facing his old demons.
Where will the next piece of work come from? Will he need to relocate? Can he finish off the long-standing project or is he just too tired or bored to continue? Why does he always end up alone? Where does the money one pays on insurances actually go to? Why was he born on a Monday? Why does nothing last?
Max takes a deep breath, walks around his room and tries to think of an empty beach.
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