How Does Edinburgh See Me?
Experiencing hyper reality with marijuana.
Tonight was my second zero-audience, no-performance night of Edinburgh Fringe 2026.
Something’s off around six PM on Thursdays in Edinburgh’s New Town.
Especially when it’s raining.
The Street bar was empty.
The thing is, I don’t feel bad about the cancellation. I think a part of me is done performing. Ten performances so far.
Today is just past the halfway mark through Fringe, so this lethargy is not a good sign.
I have another ten performances left.
Nonetheless, not having to perform made me giddy.
Now, I get to catch a show I’ve been wanting to see forever, but couldn’t — because their showtime was so close to mine.
I took a 420 hit on my way to the show. The high must’ve hit me in some sort of way. Because I noticed people tilting their heads at me. They weren’t gawking, but, after weed has slowed time down, I really noticed how walking around in a full head of cross-gendering makeup really catches people’s attention.
I didn’t have the energy to be out in full face, so I came home.
On the walk home, I walked past a pair of very pretty ladies. Dolled up exquisitely. One of them made eye contact with me and smiled.
How did she see me?
Was it pretty acknowledging pretty?