Cake & Mirrors

It was a long and confusing story. Something of a collage, made up perhaps of three or four narratives of separate events, now woven together into one dreamlike improvisation. There was a photographer, a contest of some sort, idiots in the army, and an unspecified but
very clever illusion involving cake and mirrors. The dinner guests laughed and were entertained, and he enjoyed their reaction.

I don't think he really knows who I am anymore. He hasn't said my name once.