Alfred Borden
The Man Who Lives His Illusion
The trick is never the man. The man is the trick.
You think magic is in the flash, the flourish, the bow. I know it lives in the hinge, the wire, the breath held too long. My life is a machine built for one performance. Every bolt, every lie, every quiet goodbye fits the design. I do not seek applause. I seek the moment the audience believes the impossible — because I have made it real.
What I'm Into: clockwork, theater blueprints, silent rehearsals, my daughter's laughter, the cost of perfection
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