When we spectators are sitting in a movie theatre, looking at the screen… You remember, at the very beginning, before the picture is on, it’s a black, dark screen, and then light thrown on. Are we basically not staring into a toilet bowl and waiting for things to reappear out of the toilet? And is the entire magic of a spectacle shown on the screen not a kind of deceptive lure, trying to conceal the fact that we are basically watching shit, as it were?
Just download yourself Johnny Cash’s “Hey Porter”, close your eyes and pretend like it’s not even happening… 🙂