"Why not? I’m a charlatan."
"Aren’t we all."
WE wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes...
GENIUS? This gentleman sitting across from me, writing in his notebook - all looks like gibberish; although there appears to be some method to his madness - a method with which he's probably the only one familiar. He's writing furiously, intensely, passionately, but it all looks like rubbish - completely ineligible... at least TO ME. AND he's wearing a beige glove on his writing hand. At first I wasn't sure why he was wearing gloves. My immediate thought was, is he a germophobe? Doesn't want to touch anything without gloves on, especially public items, maybe. But his other hand isn't gloved, so that can't quite be it. Anyway, I eventually realized that he was wearing the glove because HE DIDN'T WANT TO GET INK STAINS ON HIS FUCKING KNUCKLES, given how furiously he was writing and how close his hand was to the notebook page, his knuckles rubbing against the page, as the hand traveled from SENEGAL to SOMALIA, and TUNISIA to SOUTH AFRICA, spilling over into the ATLANTIC and INDIAN OCEANS. I could see the prominent ink stain patches on the area of the glove covering his knuckles... It wasn't funny. I didn't laugh... others did.
I AM EVOLVING - BARE WITH ME
It does get better... eventually!
Another thing... if you're artistically talented, I could use your whatever abilities you possess, no matter how limited... actors, actresses, photographers, cinematographers, production designers, art directors, painters, poets, musicians, dancers +++++++++++++++
Sometimes, I wish we could all be like this...