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No hesitation, no fumbles, just go. I found myself transformed into an egomaniacal, sweaty wreck. I was a hulk. And it all seemed to go to my head. I suddenly found myself looking right at the screen, sweaty, in shock and completely out of control. I wanted it so badly, the film I was seeing. It made me puke all over my clothes. Life was black and grey and fast-paced and painful and wonderful. Even now, as I recall, I was flitting my arms about uncontrollably, almost losing my balance. I couldn't believe I'd committed such a wierd offence. How could I have given myself so willingly to such an entity? How could I be so stupid? It had to be some demon I was fucking. Some aspect of my psyche, some force of wicked rebellion against the gods I'd surrendered so graciously to have been made slaves to. Yes, it was a film I had made. A farcical musical comedy act with demons and devils as our leads. Yes, I was in the demon's domain. It was a dangerous domain indeed.

Almost before I set foot onto the set, I heard a disembodied voice say. "Kneel." My words and actions at the time were as much to blame for my predicament as the demon in the film. Whether they would have or not I am not certain, but they did. It is now two years since the incident, and I dare say I have become much more cautious in my behaviour. I avoid eye contact with anyone, and avoid looking directly at the screen in case I am met. I prefer to be left alone if at all possible - even in the presence of the demon. My instincts are once again as strong as they were then. Waiting for it to end would have been the safest course of action. Unfortunately, the film gave me what I though was the right punishment. Denying him what he had set me free of his control. Denying him what he had set me free of his power over me. Denying him what he had set me free of his control over my body. Weeks went by and I heard little to no interaction from him. Weeks did, however, go by. He might return.

Or, if he were watching carefully, he might well discover I was right. That would be the reward I so desperately wanted. Oh, I remember now, that certain night when I went out with that wicked demon - the demon I loved so, and who'd set me free from his control over me. That night in Prague, that demonspawn emerged from the wood in front of our car. An animal, an animal who was fully conscious of who he was and what he was doing to me. One that I had begged and borrowed from my demon. I'd only known him for a few weeks, but I'd wondered why he'd come back. The dark humour in his eyes could have been playful, or it might have been sad. The way he bit down on my neck didn't leave a mark as I'd had it in my mind a thousand times before. It seemed to have come out of nowhere, and I knew it. What drew me to him was a deep connection. It was as if he'd become my protector, my solace, my confidant, my lover, my teacher. The darkness was coming down, more intense than I had expected. I was drawn to him, drawn to our falling stars, our dances, our words, our sensuous dancing. The falling stars were setting at last. To go beyond the theater, beyond myself, beyond myself..