Before hopping into the shower, Shelley/Wheeler decides to assume that pose again she saw Bigfoot take in Concrete WA and stare at the results in the mirror before her. *Am* I Bigfoot? she couldn’t help think with her library eyes in place, no need for aiding glasses any more, a block to deeper knowledge. All Knowledge. Especially given that she could animated herself this way in the first place. Library… might as well call it “built in”. Thanks to a witch. TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0513, Google Street View, New Island, Omega, Washington
“So there I am again. You can tell me by my bent up nature, just like an Ozian Wheeler traveling around on all 4s, and also bent to the rule of the Witch Mombi and perhaps the Nome King through her. Old Wheeler,” she summarized about the figure in the center of the collage before us, called “Crash on Mars.” Not because it depicts something crashing into Mars but because of another figure to the left of “Old Wheeler” called Crash who holds in his hand a giant fishing rod from our perspective, horses let out of a barn I suppose. She first brings him up in the next paragraph.
“(the 19th Century U.S. religious figure) David Brainard is seated in the foreground,” she continues, “who seems to be the same as (brainy) David Bowie, the Spaceman, the Man who lived on Mars. The Starman, as in Dark. Black. Look at the top. At the end of Crash’s fishing rod which passes through (the word) RUST.”
I saw the black star at the top of the work where Wheeler (*New* Wheeler) indicated, fronted by a blue-green hummingbird. I ask about it next, prefacing this by saying that it seems to me it should be a fish here instead. “What gives?” I end my query.
“Let’s turn to the next Bogota collage,” she replies and starts walking to our left, pulling up in front of it. I go stand beside her, basically shoulder to shoulder again so we can keep trying to see as one.
“More Life on Mars,” she says. “Remember when I told you to bring me Book 03 from the town library and place it on my table? Well there it is. It’s a summary of all knowledge, all books.” The collage changes.
“And there is the second part of the animation which is actually the first, showing my point. Lisa the Vegetarian is the Tungaske artist who absorbs it all — inputs it; eats it — and then provides an output for us to peruse and perhaps dig into deeper if we wish. Beyond surface reading, you see. Surface of Mars. Crash again in back, facing toward you this time — sans rod, I’ll add, with no horses around this go around. As if waiting for you to act. Can you act? How deep can you go? TBC
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“Sorry I’m late.”
Just in the nick of time.
“You don’t know it (*grunt*), but I’m helping you, artist of mine, from the Great Beyond (*grunt grunt grunt*). Hang in there (PANT PANT) Old Wheeler!”
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Another Bigfoot spotted in not the US but Canada now, on Saskatchewan Avenue in Tugaske in Saskatchewan. Saskatchewatch, then! (Sasquatch + Saskatchewan) Or, better, Saskwatch, thinking of the abbreviation of the province’s name. I’ll recheck this area more later…
But first: the same town pictured in Boos again, as in gallery, as in Nawt Vaya Free State bordering the Nawt Vaya Sea in the western part of the Jeogeot continent of Our Second Lyfe. 3rd floor. Attempted vandalism of the art within, just like at the gallery formerly known as Concrete down by the sea in Cement Village. I suppose Boos is a part of Cement Village too since the front door opens in that direction (I’ll work on it). Is this the same vandal dressed in a hazmat suit now like he’s preparing for a journey inside the vast bounds of a Back Rooms situation? And what of the anime looking girl beside him. Accomplice? Turns out she’s merely working through him, as in a prop. Controller, then. That way the blame can theoretically be taken off her if needed. She’s only walking up to the vandal, wondering what he’s doing. Is this the artist of the work himself, here to make some late game changes or spiff ups? That kind of defense.
“Uh oh, keystone cops coming, Mortimer. We better switch over to our act. A-HEM. I SAID. What are you doing to this piece of ART here? Are you the ARTIST?”
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—–
“Well… there they are. Martian boos in equal parts black and white, amassing above poor little Tungaske from the east, buildings seemingly numbered for conquest purposes. City limits threatened to become cemetery limits; no one left to live here.
“Only the west can save them, switching dawn to dusk. Bigfoot.”
And so it went down in the small Canadian hamlet. Artists, thank gods for artists.
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—–
At 39:00 she begins to enter the thickest of the green grass, and I specify green here because any color of grass could come up in Starfield on any given planet, any given biome. Here: Schrodinger VIIIa, the only moon our ever walking Gemilly Niceniece substitutes for an actual planet in her perpetual 7+ hour journey across seven Earth-like spheres.
Thus the ringed giant in the skies, the thing (sphere) being orbited. We’ve been here before. Except emphasizing red in the captured screenshot below from photo-novel 49, a savannah biome as opposed to the mountain biome pictured above. See what I mean?
Back to the present one, Gemilly soon stops at the presence of two green stones atop a big gray rock and knows a choice must be made.
At 44:00, precisely before a fade to black and standing in the same position, she gazes up at the rings again. I’m starting to think this has all been timed out. I believe she’s thinking of death. TBC?
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“Holland?? Old timey windmill — you see?”
“I see.” Holland?? I also ask myself from my more objective observing point. How could this be?? We were expecting a more realistic northern California given the Kane mythology.
We start wandering around together in this tree dotted plateau area, my eyes one with his. The synchronization seemed to be working. Then…
—–
“Okay I think I’m getting the hang of this place. I’ll just gather up the clock on the picnic blanket here, giving me one of my three needed items to complete the, um, game.”
“What picnic blanket?” I asked.
“There. Right in front of me — us. Held down by 4 rocks. With a clock in its center — wait, make that a stopwatch I believe. Look down in the center of your row containing the items. That’s one of the ones we need.”
“I checked the symbols at the bottom of the screen. “Looks more like a sundial,” I opined.
“No, pretty sure it’s a stopwatch.”
“Or maybe a compass.”
“Stopwatch.”
“Compass.”
“*Stopwatch*. Pretty sure.”
“*Compass*. Quite sure.”
“Okay, let’s just move on from that — agree to disagree… for now. Sooo, what about the rocks? And the tree? Let’s check everything else before we start panicking about all this.”
“Okay, the rocks are there, the tree is there, behind the rocks…”
“Yeah? Good, okay. But no blanket still?”
“No blanket.”
“Shoot. I was hoping it would have rezzed in while we were talking. Let’s see, er, maybe try refreshing your screen?”
I didn’t know how to do this and told him so.
“Well, why don’t we just wait here. Give it a minute. Beautiful day after all. Would you like me to pour you some wine? How about a sandwich?”
“Ha ha. Very funny, Daniel.”
—–
As they gabbed away, it dawned on observing Newt/Baker like a new morning. He was in a different Day! They’d have to start over, from scratch as it were.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0501, Europe, Back Rooms, Holland, 0050
We were in a swamp now, hiding from the English. “The hut, the hut!” he cried pointing forward, this man of blurred features. The sounds of war were close. They may have even breached the Hobomock here. Hockomock, I corrected its name, my Indian memories focusing in like the face by my side, a close associate. Oh how I yearned for peace again. Return of the old. The swamp will harbor and protect, he said. We’ll see.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0415, Back Rooms, Massachusetts
“Son of Man,” he uttered disgustingly while approaching the man on the cliff. “*Sun* of Man. How could I fall for such a load of… well, *bunk*!” It was the strongest word he still dare hurl against his once beloved belief, his beloved former lord and savior and spokespersons thereof. No C word yet, no S word.
Then staring at the surrounding landscape far below he got an idea. He had to get rid of the new to return the old. Just like a certain island we’ll get back to soon. Switching to a dream more in the daylight, he positioned himself directly behind the *cult* leader while drawing his gun. Yeah, CULT. “Turn around,” he said. “*Me.*”
*POP*. Someone else had to fall for the same thing.
Dusk again, Jack merely spat a goodbye to his former guru and returned to the city, his job here done, he felt. But daydreams would linger… TBC
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Core-Alena and backwards in time Daniel Day sat for a while without talking, then:
“You must be the tree that was killed,” he said over the top of his book that was also the script. “I can, um (still reading), tell by your glossy green color.”
But recently reborn Core-Alena hadn’t finished experimenting with new forms and remained silent. Daniel turns the page.
—–
Later in the house:
“Interesting.
“There’s that game again.”
Eavesdropping Daniel outside the window moves away from the house and rings up Newt/Baker. “We have a place.”
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Sunklands 