I WAS COMMITTED TO LIFE AND THEN COMMUTED TO THE OUTSKIRTS. With all the love in the world. Living for thirty minutes at a time with a break in the middle for adverts. But it's a wonderful world within these cinema walls. WHERE A SHOWER OF AFFECTION BECOMES NIAGARA FALLS. And you wish she could step down from the screen to your seat in the stalls. BUT IF STARS ARE ONLY PAINTED ON THE CEILING ABOVE. Then who can you turn to and who do you love. I want to get out while I still can. I want to be like Harry Houdini. Now I'm the invisible man. My head is spinning round faster and faster. Here I stand on the edge of disaster. I'm shattered like a piece of crystal porcelain or alabaster. Crowds surround loudspeakers hanging from the lampposts. Listening to the murder mystery. Meanwhile someone's hiding in the classroom. Forging books of history. NEVER MIND THERE'S A GOOD FILM SHOWING TONIGHT. WHERE THEY HANG EVERYONE EVERYBODY WHO CAN READ AND WRITE.