Brilliant, eerily atmospheric and strangely compelling. Loved the word-plays throughout too. Well done Actual Spirit and Figment Forest. Thank you so much for this collaborative project and for sharing with us!
this is pure dizzying nauseating genius. i love it. now i’m going to be tedious and spew a catalogue of everything i love about it.
“His suitcase, a tense brown square” - the density of that image!! it sucks up the imagination into itself, uncanny and threatening in its vibrating incompleteness
“worry had been growing in his gut like a bread rising in the oven” - so deliciously palpable. this will now be my go-to simile for worry
“Great Brown” - The tedium of conformity, I love it.
“Wherever he went, wherever he used to leak, he would now seep” - Nynke, this is tingling my Eric Langley senses in the best possible way
this is genius. i’m going to memorise it and trot it out whenever i’m bored: “The act of doing absolutely nothing is, in some cases, incredibly useful, as self de-actualization makes space for renewed individual fulfilment. The act of waiting, however, is in most cases tedious, even harmful in some, because the paradoxical combination of rising anticipation and unfathomable boredom is difficult for the human brain to endure”. like syntax doing the tango - elegant and hilarious at the same time
Ok, now for everything that made me cackle, chuckle and guffaw out loud on my way to a lecture:
slort. i love slort. slort should eat snurt.
“2. Wash face and hands at Free Public Toilet in the Central Station
(not reimbursed by BRC)” - hahahaha (maniacal laughter)
“I love buttons, I am a button-type person, not least in the physical sense; I abhor virtual buttons which have been designed to deceive and humiliate my sense of autonomy.”
“not even an abbreviation” - what amazing petulance you guys have evoked, and with such subtlety!
“let out a profoundly primal roar, making sure to show he was at the zenith of comfort. “Orghshoshmaloch!”” delightful
you guys have been bestowed with ungodly amounts of wit: “A one-man orchestra playing the Neurotica.” what divine soup of inspiration are you drinking. i want some
anyway, i liked the story so so much. grotesquely funny and so playful. for some reason i’m reminded of this book by Elias Canetti called Auto-da-Fé
Brilliant, eerily atmospheric and strangely compelling. Loved the word-plays throughout too. Well done Actual Spirit and Figment Forest. Thank you so much for this collaborative project and for sharing with us!
this is pure dizzying nauseating genius. i love it. now i’m going to be tedious and spew a catalogue of everything i love about it.
“His suitcase, a tense brown square” - the density of that image!! it sucks up the imagination into itself, uncanny and threatening in its vibrating incompleteness
“worry had been growing in his gut like a bread rising in the oven” - so deliciously palpable. this will now be my go-to simile for worry
“Great Brown” - The tedium of conformity, I love it.
“Wherever he went, wherever he used to leak, he would now seep” - Nynke, this is tingling my Eric Langley senses in the best possible way
this is genius. i’m going to memorise it and trot it out whenever i’m bored: “The act of doing absolutely nothing is, in some cases, incredibly useful, as self de-actualization makes space for renewed individual fulfilment. The act of waiting, however, is in most cases tedious, even harmful in some, because the paradoxical combination of rising anticipation and unfathomable boredom is difficult for the human brain to endure”. like syntax doing the tango - elegant and hilarious at the same time
Ok, now for everything that made me cackle, chuckle and guffaw out loud on my way to a lecture:
slort. i love slort. slort should eat snurt.
“2. Wash face and hands at Free Public Toilet in the Central Station
(not reimbursed by BRC)” - hahahaha (maniacal laughter)
“I love buttons, I am a button-type person, not least in the physical sense; I abhor virtual buttons which have been designed to deceive and humiliate my sense of autonomy.”
“not even an abbreviation” - what amazing petulance you guys have evoked, and with such subtlety!
“let out a profoundly primal roar, making sure to show he was at the zenith of comfort. “Orghshoshmaloch!”” delightful
you guys have been bestowed with ungodly amounts of wit: “A one-man orchestra playing the Neurotica.” what divine soup of inspiration are you drinking. i want some
anyway, i liked the story so so much. grotesquely funny and so playful. for some reason i’m reminded of this book by Elias Canetti called Auto-da-Fé
i love slort’s jumping jacks