what it's like

 what it’s like 

It’s like when you see it well in advance and deke your way around a pile of dogshit on the sidewalk. Remember that youthfuldrunken lightness of mind, divided only into three parts, one directing the exaggerated action, one providing the commentary - “He fakes right, he goes left, and, oh my, did you see that?” - and one supplying the accompanying laughter: there’s the thrilling play, the breathless play-by-play, and the delighted response. We act. We watch. We watch ourselves watching.

It’s like that.

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