David Blaine’s Locked in a Box. Day 72/100

The stench was intolerable. This is as close as we could get before the dry boak kicked in.

“David!” We cried, but the arrogant disollusionist was having none of it.

“There seems to be oozing out of the vent.” We pointed out. Yet the consummate showman ramped up the tension by offering no reply.

Such theatre.