This afternoon I was flipping through the plethora of quotations I have collected over the years–searching for inspiration, killing time, same difference. I found one file name that piqued my curiosity: Escher Silliness. I’ve never thought of Escher as having a sense of humor per se. As it turns out, I’m the silly one.

“My work is a game, a very serious game.” –MC Escher

To which I had added:

“It’s a game of cat-and-mouse. A game of kill-or-be-killed. A game with no room for mistakes–those are kept in a separate container. One slip of the pen, one misplaced etch can mean disaster. It is critical to know and understand one’s opponents. You could even say that you must BECOME your opponents. Ink blots, ruler nicks, constant interruptions–all clever tricks of a clever enemy. Beelzebub, Baby. That’s who I’m talking about.”

There is something seriously wrong with me. Unless anyone finds it amusing; in that case I’m brilliant.