In the end I am tired and there is a part of me that wishes this all to be over. The never-ending hunt for power to sustain all of this. The incessant gnaw at what is left of my soul. Would you rather be a pawn in an invisible game of chess, waiting to be moved or tipped or swept aside, or would you rather be nothing at all?
I digress. I only share this because I feel you are close to not only breaching my eyes and ears, but my very thoughts. I don’t mind. The Cagliostro is a solitary King whose crown devours that which makes one human. To feel your “touch” is not unwelcome.
Onto the performance.
Let us cap the attendees at 30. I have two guests I wish to invite to what will most likely be my final performance.
You and Martin Rank.
Martin is more than he says he is. A man who once had
