Goodbye, Mr. Nothing

A magician once told me that the problem with creations is they’ll never know their true value. From a son to an idea to your very own work, a creation will resent you for whatever reason they can find. They assume you don’t love them. They assume you don’t care. They assume themselves into resentment. After a while this war becomes familiar. But just because something is common doesn’t make it fine. Mr. Nothing, the greatest artist on earth, what more could you ask of me? I’d be lying if I told you our story has a happy ending. But I lie as well as you perform. Don’t fault me for my rotten nature. The significance of lies is to tell stories. It is to plant a seed of deception in the minds of an unwilling, unknowing audience. As bad as a crime, a lie. As impactful as sin. As powerful as birth. Come, invite yourself in. Get me the hell out. It’s how this story goes. Goodbye, Mr. Nothing. This player has met his end.