The opening to my documentary fairytale movie - Mandrake the Magician
October 2020
He wasn't born here. He says he wasn't born at all. Maybe that means he didn't die either. There are no dates on his grave. Just a plaque with his name.
Mandrake.
When she was little, her grandpa told her he wasn't from anywhere. He was just created. She imagined him appearing out of thin air, just starting life somewhere.
Maybe he emerged from a magic lantern. Lost in the deserts of Egypt.
Or maybe he was a fish and grew into a boy. Maybe he came from the ocean and swam to the surface before he could even open his eyes.
Maybe he came out of a box of magic tricks.
Maybe he stepped through Alice in Wonderland’s looking glass. Never looking back.
You may have heard of her grandpa. His name was Mandrake the Magician. Or you may have heard of the comic book character of the same name. Both are the creations of a vivid imagination. One was a superhero made of pen and paper. And the other was a real life super hero, building magic illusions from the ground up, and traveling the world.
Love,
Kala
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