I spent the last couple of nights in my old bedroom. Dad seemed glad to have me around. And so I’ve returned to the shop to give him another day off.
I’ve been thinking more about magic tricks. Some people love them; others hate them, and feel they’re doing everyone a favor by letting them know that what the performer’s doing is fake.
The kind of illusions I do tend to illicit polite chuckles more than they do astonishment. But I’ve seen magic on the higher end of the spectrum, the kind that seems as though there could be no logical explanation, and that is sublime to behold. This kind of magic makes people feel like life holds real mystery, and beauty, and possibility.
Your grandfather could do this, you know. I wonder: are they teaching you levitation at Dalai Lama Academy?
Jill Riddell is a writer in Chicago. She teaches at the School of the Art Institute and has a weakness for nature, magic, and pennies abandoned in sidewalk cracks.