POSE

“Can you just tell me what to do?

Where should I look? ...

Fuck! I got hair in my eye - wait.”

Act 6 You Will Never Know

The architecture of the brain is intriguing. Small cues in the world around us spark vivid memories with senses that recall the smallest detail in about half a second.

But the brain is also easily manipulated, formulating its own sequence of events that often get distorted. As we recall, I wonder if we have ever thought about this minute distortion and whether the memory has been perfectly archived or not.

Perhaps we will never know… will there always be these multiple faces to a single moment?

Walls have ears, Doors have eyes. Trees have voices, Beasts tell lies.

Beware the rain, Beware the snow,

Beware the man you think you know.

Ask, and it shall be given you; Seek, and ye shall find;

Knock, and it shall be opened unto you: For everyone that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh.

D: I taught you this game, lad!

J: Aye, ye did.

C: That didn’t look very fair.

“Did it work because of the spell? Or was it just plain stupidity...?”

“Maybe both, who knows...”

Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder’s fork and blind-worm’s sting, Lizard’s leg and howlet’s wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Cool it with a baboon’s blood, Then the charm is firm and good.