I want to be a theorist. I want to be a showgirl. These two desires, which I try to reconcile, are brought together in the etymology of glamour. The glamour-spell affecting the eye. The spell of the viewer cursed to interpret what s/he sees. We can never believe what we see, because we are constantly trying to peer through the haze of our own projections onto what we see. The haze can never clear, we can never see something on its own terms because we are not mechanically viewing devices; cameras. We are interpreting subjects, condemned to only ever see through our own flawed eyes.