I don't believe in magic

Mostly, I don’t believe in magicians. A comedian is an entertainer. But a comedian loves you. Wants you to laugh and makes jokes, awkwardly, when no one is looking. I think a magician must hate you.

Comedians love. That is why they joke. They want to laugh. Want to examine the world in you. They murmur, look at this problem. Let’s examine it. Let’s try it out. Test it in the world and find the humour. Find ways to understand why they love you. Why a ham sandwich is funny. Comedians love ham sandwiches.

A magician will look you in the eye and lie to you.

Magicians don’t love you. That is why they smoke. They want you to gasp for air. Want to create the world in you. They murmur, collude and scheme with their confederates. Let’s imagine a world not as it is. Let’s create it after our image. They want you to forget the real magic they cannot create and take their illusions as true. They want you to want deceptions.

I want magic like laughter. Magic like flowers and seeds in the winter. I want whispers of magic murmuring I’m about to giggle magic. Giggles don’t lie. I want a magician who loves me.

But they don’t, they wouldn’t lie if they did.

I want comedy not magic. I want a ham sandwich.