The Psyclorama

There was once a psyclorama, so great was it that it was the centre of attention and glamour. Everyone wanted to use it, for it was believed that it possessed magical powers that could render any image shown on it as fabulous and phenomenal. People even thought that it possessed a life of its own that could determine the failure or success of a performance portrayed on its mystical screen. The people who operated the psyclorama were very dedicated, spending their lives and time on perfecting the function of the psyclorama with such passion and determination, almost to the extent of delirious paganistic obsession. As time goes by, the psyclorama gained immense recognition and fame.

Fate is always envious of those glorified. The psyclorama slowly lost its magical powers and lustre. It could no longer portray beautiful images as before. The images became blurred and opaque. At times, no one could see anything on the psyclorama. Occasionally, there were images but mere distortions of the light and shadows of what were once breathtaking images. The people operating the psyclorama became contented with these blurry images and distortions, and believed that even in this form, it was still art. In the end, the stage owner decided that the psyclorama was no longer useful, and decided to turn into a backdrop, just existing for the sake of existence. Nothing more.

The psyclorama finally fell from grace...