Like Watching Paint Dry

So my good friend Dax suggested I start the second Starkindler chronicles. I told him I didn’t have a muse. Or amuse. It’s not funny.

So I’m now in Goa shooting for a new reality show that I have to supervise. It involves young, ostensibly sexy young men and women who are trying to test their relationship and choosing between love and cash. All I can say is that it takes all sorts to make a world.

I believe that the world is divided into two sorts of people – exhibitionists and voyeurs. We are all, to varying degrees, exhibit both characteristics, but one more than another. And there’s the rub, for in today’s world of ultra-voyeuristic Warholism, the demand of exhibitionists has gone off the charts. Which gives opportunity to the millions out there to differentiate themselves, earn their place in the sun, on television and, hopefully, in the annals of history.

They’re close; their very much in the anals of history all right. Because though one has been exposed to their exposers for many a moon now, one never gets over the desire to bare it all to the public. It is a mad race to the screens, a scramble to be seen, heard, loved, hated – anything but ignored. It’s a result of the ennui that has followed our explosion into the consciousness of the world and each other. From public exhibitionism like reality shows and the like to private exposition like blogs and social networking, it’s a glut of people, a smorgasbord of personalities, behaviour and raves and rants. People are everywhere, and no man, indeed, is an island any more.