On an afternoon in September, 2020…
CC & I are standing in our backyard. CC is filling up her bird feeders while I smoke a cigar. She opens up a fresh package of suet, and then suddenly realizes that the green metal cage which holds suet has disappeared from our bird feeder pole. I look over, and my mind confirms that yes, the suet feeder is in fact strangely absent. We both put forth theories on its disappearance. Did a raccoon or possum pull it down, and then run off with it? CC searches the yard for it, but can’t find a single trace. Suddenly, we both look over—and it is inexplicably back. Dangling right where is should have been, like it had never even left.
A Dream by CC, from a few months earlier…
“I fill up a very large new bird feeder that I am excited about. It has lots of different containers for seeds that flow into a common trough. I come back to check it and discover that some little mice have gotten trapped in the seed containers. Two of the mice have died already, and I feel terribly guilty. The one mouse that is still alive is very beautiful. It’s fur is orange and it has big round ears that kind of glow a peachy color in the sun. I manage to get the mouse out and set it down, but out of nowhere, a bunch of cats come running and I can’t tell if the mouse got away or not. I feel very distraught. I lay my hand on the ground palm up, take just the detached head of a hatchet, place a sharp corner of it against my palm, and use a mallet to drive it through my palm. My hand is pinned to the wooden surface below. I pull it out and look at my bleeding palm. I also see that I have a large cut on the inside of the same arm, which spurts a little blood with each heartbeat.The world starts changing around me. Parts of furniture and trees start to disappear by slivers at a time, but I am the only one who can see it. I demonstrate what is happening to other people by putting my hand in the blank spots. To them it looks like my hand is passing through the object. I have sex with a person who looks like my father, which makes me feel sick to my stomach. Afterwards, I look in the mirror of an old brown vanity and don’t recognize my face, which looks longer and greyer. As parts of the world continue to disappear, people start disappearing, too. I realize that I need to learn how to take care of all the animals in the sanctuary in case I am left alone in the new dimension with them. So I start with a wolf who needs his nails clipped. I sit the wolf on my lap facing outward and put my arms around him (like I would do to clip my cat’s nails). I inspect the first paw and discover that his nails are completely overgrown. When I go to clip them, they bleed and the wolf starts to struggle. I find that one of the claws has grown so long it is digging into his paw pad. I tell the others that it is too bad, and he will have to be anesthetized so we can do surgery. They say it is impossible and just take him and put him back in his cage by throwing him over the fence. The fence seems much too short to me. The leash gets stuck in the gate and a guy goes in there to unhook it. He gets attacked and eaten.”
Each player was assigned an emotion by the person sitting next to them, and was then tasked with creating a tactile sculpture which best represented the emotion.
DESIRE – CC
SELF-LOATHING – AK
CONFUSION – SC
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Directions: A mystery object was inserted into a box. Players felt the object without seeing it, and wrote drown their first impressions and associations, followed by a few direct questions.
I am the terrain of an oversized sea monkey, left to decay in the back corner of a kitchen cabinet.
What color does it correspond to? A chalky Purple
Is it nocturnal or diurnal? Nocturnal
What part of the world is it associated with? Wisconsin
What year was it discovered? 1992
What could it do? Ensnare one’s index fingers on its rocky terrain and begin to nibble poisoning the skin to a highlighter shade of yellow.
Where is it on a scale between credulous and incredulous? 7 out of 10.
Is it male or female? Male, erotically inclined.
Why did it find us? Georgia’s humidity was its siren song.
What does it taste like? Stale pringles.
Clay metal organ with plasticine bubbles. Handle it carefully to not sculpt any parts too severely. Felt moist at first, red, then dry. Sand? No, clay. Part of it was like the roof of a mouth, the ridges above the tongue. Peas made of plastic in one corner. Digestive tract of a clay man?
What color does it correspond to? Organic, red and off-purple with brown and some grayish green.
Is it nocturnal or diurnal? Likely had a day job.
What part of the world is it associated with? Either a forensic lab or an abandoned industrial apartment.
What year was it discovered? 1998
What could it do? Function and morph in a full body.
Where is it on a scale between credulous and incredulous? Very credulous to end up in its current state….
Is it male or female? Possibly male.
Is it a crocheter or a knitter? It needs to be stitched together.
Why did it find us? Forensic science.
What does it taste like? Strawberry jam.
Desert landscape, UFO sitting on a hill at night. High technology, mixed with death. Rooster in a farm field. Star shining bright—or is it floating soul? Bedouins stand close by, watching.
What color does it correspond to? Black.
Is it nocturnal or diurnal? Nocturnal.
What part of the world is it associated with? Saudi Arabia.
What year was it discovered? 1917.
What could it do? Travel to distant stars.
Where is it on a scale between credulous and incredulous? Credulous.
Is it male or female? Male.
Is it a crocheter or a knitter? Definitely a knitter.
Why did it find us? To impart pure knowledge.
What does it taste like? A wound.
A hairbrush fattened on sap. It is like a glandular impression in a field of honey sand. Berry-lobes puke and suck their nourishment from the flurry of proteins and nutrients below.
What color does it correspond to? Green and red.
Is it nocturnal or diurnal? Neither, it is crepuscular, but in name alone.
What part of the world is it associated with? The north pole in an age when it is melted.
What year was it discovered? 1990.
What could it do? Grow or disintegrate.
Where is it on a scale between credulous and incredulous? It fluctuates from one extreme to the other.
Is it male or female? It hasn’t decided yet.
Is it a crocheter or a knitter? Crocheter, because it only has one hand.
Why did it find us? To reveal the door to a new age.
What does it taste like? Orange rind.
Color: An odd, translucent purple hue.
Tactile Analogy: Wet and silky, something left in the bath too long.
Taste: Air freshener liquid.
Sound: A concentrated drone and breathing.
Color: Greenish blue
Tactile Analogy: Like sticking two big hands into a bucket of ice.
Smell: Boiling water.
Taste: Fresh banana.
Sound: A light classical melody.
Tactile Analogy: Cool melted glass dripping between toes.
Smell: Pine and frankencense.
Taste: A very strong hot toddy.
Sound: The tinkling of bells.
Color: Cyanish green, pinkish red, yellow, and black.
Tactile Analogy: Rotting wood and toenails in a box.
Smell: Rotten Food.
Taste: Brass doorknobs.
Sound: Strained violin playing.
Color: Blackish green
Tactile Analogy: The slow sinking of a dying Neanderthal into nearby tar pit.
Sound: Deep gong & the fingernail scratch band
Tactile Analogy: Sinking into mud with a squirming thing in it.
Smell: Swampy and acrid.
Taste: How ladybugs smell.
Tactile Analogy: A burning rock with partial metal coating pressed against a sensitive area.
Sound: Loud Piano.
Color: Orange and red.
Tactile Analogy: A bear cub trapped via sudden sinkhole into very deep cave. He is slowly losing oxygen.
Smell: Rotting flowers.
Taste: Strawberries in brown gruel.
Sound: The tearing of fabric.
Tactile Analogy: Like tattooing a name onto a tongue.
Taste: Blood chocolate
Sound: Tearing cloth.
Color: Earth tones but with more grime.
Tactile Analogy: A fur driver’s coat with a dog head inside. In a garden.
Tactile Analogy: A fur coat, wrapped around a wooden log, dipped in molasses.
Taste: Raw meat.
Sound: Fingers tapping on a stove.
Color: Faux wood grain.
Tactile Analogy: Like rolling down a hill covered in goose shit.
Smell: Hay and wood chips.
Taste: Barbecue sunflower seeds.
Directions: Assign different tactile sensations to each segment of a dart board. Player throws two darts, and receives two tactile sensations. Player then draws a creature or abstract design of some sort which embodies the combination of those two tactile sensations.
CC: combination of the smell of bacon with the taste of strawberries
SC: combination of the smell of bacon with the taste of coffee
AK: combination of the smell of bacon with the taste of a brass door knob
but wait! there’s one final BONUS Drawing still left! CC’s representation of…
THE POISONED CAKE
by ML, SC, CC
Ak & SC