iconic, complicit       we have played at falling in love you and I, away in private rooms nakedly, eyes locked and ignorant to plot and crew felt the heat of skin on skin, a by-product of high wattage bulbs and an eagerness to sell authenticity made red carpet ready. but this myth has leapt from our hands a billion times over, an icy fiction piggy-backed onto history long after theatre floors have been swept of tear-damp popcorn the people returned to their homes born-again believers in a love fit for drowning they will project a version of us onto us.     - Joshua Gibson-Fraser