Saturday, January 4, 2014
January 3. Day 3. It's a kind of magic
Which was what made the magic show I witnessed tonight so disappointing. I thought the big danger of my front row seat might be that I ended up on stage as a prop in a giant theatrical display. If only.
From my particular angle I got to see far more than I bargained for and let's just say many of the illusions will never be the same again. For me magic should be like a sausage roll - it's best enjoyed without knowing what went into it. The great sadness is, once you know you can never look at it the same way again.