Trafika Europe 9/10 - UK in Europe

JayMerill

childhood as far back as I can remember. Making objects vanish and then re-appear. Everyone said he would grow up to be a magician. Well to some extent I suppose I did appreciate thegameCraigwasplaying. There was something that I related to and after a lot of thought on the matter I recognised it boiled down to this: I wanted to make myself vanish in the world but re-appear within myself. The difference was though that I didn’t want to keep on doing this over and over the way Craig did with knives, forks and spoons. Slipping them into his sleeve; hiding them in the fridge or whatever. Then abracadabra …! You can guess the rest. I

wanted to disappear for good and stay hidden, visible only to myself for evermore. The last thing I needed was applause. Craig was different from me in this respect too. He’d always loved nothing better than holding an audience. It used to make me feel sick when we visited them in Plymouth and Craig would do his silly tricks. That’s not real magic, I thought to myself. Apart from which I didn’t care if the salt pot or the pepper grinder were permanently lost. Not that they were. Craig always made them come back in a place you never expected to see them. Up on the tv shelf, say. Made me even sicker to see the fat-pink pleased look on Chuck’s face when everybody clapped and cheered. I kind of despised

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