I would happily live here in a sleeping bag, with a little Coleman stove to cook on. Of course, it’s not actually abandoned yet, so I’d have to start a rumour the seats were infected with the Ass Plague or something, but no great takeover was ever accomplished except by bold action.
OH, wait, another illusion shattered:
The set is an illusion that makes the stage look extremely deep… it’s actually quite small
But double wait: I think I’d rather live in a beautiful illusion, as long as I knew it was an illusion. Or maybe I already do.
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