Friday, November 30, 2018

Fast, Slow, Slippery, Strange



"The distinction between self and the infinite becomes meaningless when one becomes the Medusa Recordex." This sounds like a bold marketing claim. It's flashed on every slick surface of the slippingly glimpsed and the media face slam alike. This is a metaphor and it's not. Failing to see that is a failing at orienteering, which is potentially a very bad thing in the wilderness. 

This is going to be a question of memory, which is why the sensory dis and orientation, as material orienteering should be more of a subject if one is thinking of time travel nonsense. Ask yourself if this is already resonating with you. Think about things that arrive before you could possibly have understood the message, which you only later realize was the thing you've been trying to tell yourself, for instance. Begin to sense the dimensions of time itself. Build your own memory storehouse, to get in on the Medusa Recordex. 

The building at the corner of Rose re-orients itself to the material realm in iterations. Fractional variations, ectoplasmically and seismically and comically, seem to indicate a rearrangement is in order. Adjustment-- balance and fluidity in dynamically tensioned equilibrium -- currents. That's clarity. 

This is the message from headquarters. Interpretation is ever the challenge in these communications, after decipherment, of course. One must respond, so one must first discover the actual intent of the message. How does one do this? By means of the Medusa Recordex, of course. There's the marketing campaign around the release of a sensory enhancement implant module. The key lies in the shadow cast by that glaring exhortation. Nobody at Walla Walla Wickidity Works has any idea what this means. Or other explanations. As far as we know. Developing...

This message arrives with the discovery of a forgotten manuscript which is now circulating the workshops for some clue as to how it got so far back in time as it did. The story is, therefore, confusing and a little out of focus, but the import must be divined. It is not yet understood if this is a discrete event. Of course nothing like this is a discreet event, but it's hard to resist a pun.

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