There is something about the Fringe Festival that is magic. You feel it balls to bones. It’s a little ethereal.
But there is a more tangible magic. This is the magic of strange shit appearing on my desk. Today this included half of a tub of cold mashed potatoes, and an 8″ serrated blade knife.
Where do these items come from? Who can say?
The Fringe giveth and the Fringe taketh away.