Well, it was only going to go one of two ways, but that’s an incredibly banal thing to say. So, no one said it. But we all thought it. Because that’s the type of people we are. We are adventurers, exploring the terra nullius of the soul. Without all that stolen land and broken legacies, of course. Writers not racists
Our work largely takes place in the proscenium, that space between artist and audience. And usually as the curtain is being raised. We are adventurers, sure, but we are not organised. Or disciplined.
We are alchemists, Ethan and I, turning table salt into twisted metal. From the inadvisable to the completely useless. And the both of us... well, I shouldn’t speak for him – this might be terra nullius but I am not an animal. We... I learn from the mistakes of the past.
The sacrifice is middling at best. Opportunity cost is what an economist would call it. Nothing would have come of it. I am melancholy tonight, and I will own that. But don’t look sad because it isn’t sad.
Written on Saturday, 16 February 2013