For the happy man! - Collected writings DEPRESSION: Ed Atkins

2013 ADThese objects.
1023 BCThese things.
560,000,002 ADEulogised here at a respectful, funereal pace.
Drifting slow through the thick, cloistered
air; motes of dust long landed, one atop the
other, to form weird geometrical, precarious
objects. Materialised echoes of the objects
beneath. Your head turns dumbly, your gaze
focussed on somewhere the other side of the
wall; somewhere in the street outside, in the
drain. In a fucking bank.
2222 BCThe patron saint of ex-bankers, ex-prostitutes,
your exes, their exes, ex-planets.
2667A youthful magician holds a small red ball
between his white-gloved left thumb and
forefinger. He apparently takes the ball from
the left hand with his right. Secretly he has
performed The French Drop; the ball is still
in his left hand.
The ninety-eigth The capable magician performs the apparent
centurytaking
of the ball exactly as he would if he
were ACTUALLY taking the ball. He does
not put stress on the sleight. He gives but
casual, passing attention to his sinister hand.
His eyes rest momentarily upon the ball as he
reaches for it. Then his eyes follow the right
hand, follow it naturally, convincingly, just as
they would if he ACTUALLY seized the ball