and reality is bleeding.

In a brief history of film (or was it reality?) William Egginton claimed that the stage was our first glimpse into the possibility of reality. In this story, there is a play and in the play the actors sit to watch a play, and in that play, the actors begin yet another play, and in that play . . .

Bruce Willis is dead and the Matrix is running unchecked. As quickly as we frame it, the frame collapses, bleeding into the previous frame. Lately, the bleed has moved off the stage and into the visible space from which we watch: the Blair Witch Project and other mockumentaries. "Reality" t.v.

We are all watching from across the backyard fence, staring in the neighbor's windows, peering into bedrooms and bathrooms, each private public moment framed between "like a rock," "we love to see you smile," "one investor at a time," "the real thing."