I recently went back to some old posts, only to find that a video I had linked to was gone. It obviously time to clean up the links on this site. It gives me something to write about though, and forces me to examine one of my closely held beliefs: the best things in life are fleeting, ephemeral things. Exceptional performances don’t live forever, even on the internet. The impermanence of things, the lie of immortality.

A video I had linked to of Arthur Worsley, has been removed. Sure 22 seconds of that same video is played out, but the full piece has disappeared, like a memory degrading. It loses something when it is edited like that, and becomes just  a fragment. Charlie Brown screaming at Arthur had a silent genius that just isn’t exhibited by watching him blurt a single sentence.

Still, it sums up my point, and gives me the opportunity to articulate it. Things on this site will come and go, some of my posts will only be up for a few hours, and others might last months. I like it like that.

We glimpsed him as he vanished, and will always be glad to see him, it’s worth all the sadness that comes when they go.

You can only get a broken heart one way.

To be a magician, is to be broken hearted. To be a magician means being in love with impossible situations. A magician must endlessly chase impossible beauty, and yet endure the broken heart of it.