The clouds are gone. They have descended upon me and devoured my dreams.
.. or some goth/emo shit like that. It's funny, I was thinking about something today whilst brushing my teeth. I realized I am a novelty novelty act. Magic is indeed a novelty to most people and my approach is even more so. To try and stand out in a sea of mediocrity is one thing, but to be lost in it is another. Sometimes being able to fit into a defined space... a neat tidy little box has it's advantages.
I watch performers like this and realize what I am up against. Not the magician himself but the world's perception of what I do for a living. I refuse to do the whole "lookit me, I'ma majishen" thing... and I'm not cute enuff to pull off dove magic. In all honesty, if I was willing to work as hard at the business side of things as I am the art side, I'd prolly be ok.
I don't try and second guess myself about what I do, but sometimes these things worm their way into your head and you have to ride it out. Doubt is the whorespring from which there is no return should you immerse yourself in it.
"These dreams go on when I close my eyes" - Heart
Bizzaro.
