I Address You All Tonight For Who

I Like To Imagine That The World Is One Big Machine. You Know, Machines Never Have Any Extra Parts. They Have The Exact Number And Type Of Parts They Need. So I Figure If The Entire World Is A Big Machine, I Have To Be Here For Some Reason. And That Means You Have To Be Here For Some Reason, Too.

Ben Remembered Reading About Curators In "wonderstruck", And Thought About What Id Meant To Curate Your Own Life, As His Dad Had Done Here. What Would It Be Like To Pick And Choose The Objects And Stories That Would Go In Your Own Cabinet? How Would Ben Curate His Own Life? And Then, Thinking About His Museum Box, And His House, And His Books, And The Secret Room, He Realized He'd Already Begun Doing It. Maybe, Thought Ben, We Are All Cabinets Of Wonders.

Time Can Play All Sorts Of Tricks On You. In The Blink Of An Eye, Babies Appear In Carriages, Coffins Disappear Into The Ground, Wars Are Won And Lost, And Children Transform, Like Butterflies, Into Adults.

Maybe We're All Cabinets Of Wonders.

I Think From An Early Age I Was Aware Of How A Camera Can Tell A Story, How A Movie Camera Can Affect How The Narrative Is Told.