Teflon Tristan beams at you, smiling with the pride of superiority. He has just pulled off a magic trick. You have been fooled. You want to know how it worked, but you are not allowed to ask.

Pick a scene, any scene: you will not become wiser in any case. Your wishes and desires, aspirations and fantasies will disappear into thin air without even the slightest trace of smoke, no sight of mirrors, … you are left behind with your brain completely caught up in a maze of strings, knotted up, utterly incompetent to unravel even the hint of a solution.

There is none. Nothing on the stage. Everything is empty. You are lost. It is far easier to believe in magic than to doubt what you just saw.

Tristan is good – he cannot be evil, because he is the hero of this story. He wants to save you and all of humanity. He has a plan, and all you need to do is to follow him: „Together, we can end the misery“ he says.

There you sit, in the audience, as the last echoes of his amplified voice disperse into the farthest corners of the auditorium. Everywhere the crowd around you lifts their voices, lifts their arms and raises the roof with such an overwhelming applause that you cannot resist in partaking in the undulating movements the mob sweeps you away in.

Our savior! Tell us what to do! We will obey!