Morning procrastinatory textural exercises
You know how knowing how a magician does it drains the life from a trick?
How – said another (and slightly less nice..) way – magic and ignorance are essentially the same thing?
Are we fools mostly if not entirely inasmuch as we fool ourselves about ourselves: relocating the glory of what can't be said into a say-able space, somehow forgetting the former in the rush to embrace the latter as though it's the former...?
Taking a heavily limited and distorted partial reflection to be the reality?
(Amazing that the reflection can seemingly edit itself, hey?)
It makes sense actors/directors/producers – we, all – think the show must goon. I mean go on.