We are just looking at each other. There are no hard edges to grab hold of, no distinct markers on this moment's beginning or end,...

what rock was i living under when i gave this four stars 'Look around. What do you see? People in costumes, horns, fake jewels, adorning themselves in tiny layers of illusion. They stand up straighter, suck in their stomachs, say things they don't mean, indulge in flattery. They commit a thousand small acts of deception, lying to each other, lying to themselves, drinking to the point of delusion to make it easier. This is a night of compacts, between the seers and the seen, a