The new dramatic work by Mate Matišić builds upon Ljudi od voska with echoes, techniques, some characters, and toponyms. As in the previous work, the dramatist intriguingly questions the permeability of the boundary between reality and fiction, biography and performance, person and character. At the center of My Sad Monsters, subtitled as a "dramatic diary," Mate is a "dramatist and musician," bringing us material where theatricality and a kind of hyper-eventfulness imaginatively merge with intimacy and documentary elements unafraid to expose an intimate space, quite the contrary. The amalgam into which we are invited to immerse ourselves is written so that it is impossible to discern what is real and imagined; moreover, it is neither possible nor essential. There is also humor, as is Matišić's bold, abundant, and ambiguous habit. Besides being a dramatic reckoning with personal demons, My Sad Monsters, directed by Vita Taufer, is very interested in the social context, collective pain, and injustices, knots we haven't untangled, for a provocation that is not an end in itself, for complex acting engagement, transformative (co)play...