81. Ichabod
No wonder it’s a freezing winter blizzard; for the glory has left. AXXion (ex-Zion), the city has left, and it is now a discarded icy wasteland. I am back at lonely Pluto. Ichabod is in me. In fact, I am Ichabod all this while. Not my name, but me. ‘Is me.’ Regardless where I physically am, if I allow it, my soul will turn an entire planet to ice. You can say I’m like a dejected and misunderstood comic book villain. My alter ego’s name is Ichabod, and my dominion is AXXion. Here I sit alone in the falling snow, and make movies that screw with the brain; some kind of washing, some kind of programming, sowing the seeds of confusion in order to rule the world.
But what good is a world if there is no one?
Then I am the lord of I; the conqueror of me; for I must master myself before I can rule real subjects. I must reign over the make-belief. Angelina Jolie as Lara Croft is fake, Jahr said; therefore Sanguine Lover as Sha-Rronne is fake! I am the Puppet Master (versus the Peppet Master). I am the director. I make films; porn on occasion, because people love watching. Caramelized art to go with popcorn.
I am a joke. You can’t take me seriously. I am your court jester.
And now I am filming the sequel. My lead is in the trailer, putting on prosthetics, applying ghostly makeup. She is supposed to be dead in part two, living in a dream. She is my Sanguine Lover; and once she steps in front of the camera as Sharon, she is fake.
Lights, camera, action!