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We have left the bunkers, fuelled up, and are to the savannah, to free roam for a time. The original forest is in the distance, Varosha Resort out there somewhere.
These places are a nexus of fragments and scattered remains. With its strange grasslands and nebulous island in-worlds, and nestled between savage and savant, the savannah is the ideal human environment. The fable bridges a gentle way across.
M. L. Darling intends this space as an opportunity to follow the veins of fable across a landscape with a simian commitment to an aesthetic of evolutionary dreaming.
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Friday, December 5, 2008
Jam Factory Accommodation
02:15
I'm up and about in the night hours, in empty places built for inhabitants. Here tonight the hallways are empty and the streets about are calm.
Interestingly, there are people all around me, in their small rooms, sleeping in their cells. There are bodies all about.
So, I must be quiet. Relatively quiet. Not like a thief in the night but down a few notches.
This is also the case when I am at home. When sleeping during the day, if I wake and go to the kitchen for some reason, I refrain from jumping about and all banging, so as to let my cohabitants know that I am still sleeping, as such.
When I am awake on my days off everyone is sleeping and I must creep about quietly.
Now I find I would like to make some noise.
Enough of this quiet. Why can I not walk about and open doors boldly? Let them and my discordant chair squeak open hell.
Moments pause.
I consider that they are all sleeping.
It is better when they are sleeping.
02:23
Call from Red 17 to say that someone on the floor above them is not sleeping but instead yelling obscenities out the window.
That will be Mark in Pink 14 again.
Could I shut him up?
It was a question.
Careful what you wish for.
I long for the calm of 02:15.
02:25
Walking quietly then. Inspired to sing softly and with expression,
Think of all the animals you've ever heard about
like rhinoc'ruses and tigers cats and mink
There are lots of funny animals in all this world
But have you ever seen a panther that is pink?
Think!
A panther that is positively pink,
Well here he is,
the pink panther,
The rinky-dink panther,
Isn't he a panther ever so pink?
He really is a groovy cat,
and what a gentleman,
a scholar,
what an acrobat !
He's in the pink -
the pink panther
03:00
No incident.
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