I have been enjoying Dave & Crystal’s company all evening as they jointly edit the sound effects to a can of spray paint climbing a wall of graffiti, only to slip and fall to his untimely death. “Cue the funeral taps and bell dong.” A plethera of retakes of Crystal’s shrilling death fall into the abyss of the street below where soon Tom Sellek—post policeman’s arrival—will clean up the scene….
Who am I? Where has my creativity gone? These two young vibrant artists who bring such shame upon me! Where did I disappear to? Where am I, O Great Performer of the Mystery Play? Wheeeeere m eye?
