(undated) "Prestige"

Los Angeles happens to be the final trick of my magic show of a life: The Great Disappearing Act. One way or another I'm going to lose myself - in work, in a man, in any colossal disaster of a relationship. A master of my craft, there is no illusion, only a pure prestige to stun the masses. A Great Finale: One Night Only. And in a flourish of bitter excitement, the crowd assails the stage with a barrage of roses and gratitude. Little do they know that this smoke-and-mirror illusionist has bowed out, foregoing my final romantic curtain call. Vanished without a trace, and in a day relieved to be forgotten. And on that day I can be hidden and anonymous. Free to be myself.