Reflections from Friday
Sorry, having trouble organizing all the thoughts I want to get down, so I had to resort to another post. The overlap from what people wrote on Friday was really interesting, as was the discussion that came out of it. My instinct is to make general use of the things that we all arrived at independently as fearful or indicative of our worries about the end, on the chance that the same kinds of things are likely to resonate with our audience. My list is:
Sarah had the insight that a lot of this, especially the disappearance, is tied to a fear of irrational events in general- a fear of possibilities which don't get anticipated by our normal orders of thinking. Because people don't just disappear without cause, the notion that they would unsettles us.
I also have notes from just the images or events in people's writings that stuck to me, such as:
babies being continuously born in an enclosed space in which there is no room for them
our own body destroyed slowly and sensibly from the outside
opening books to find blurred/unreadable text
a red umbrella
cells imploding from vibrations created by sonic waves
All right, that's all for a bit.
dryness/draught
suffering through one's own death/living through armageddon
having to sustain life from depleted resources
a grotesque world or a grotesque self
misplaced objects or events (fish hanging in trees, an umbrella in the desert)
sudden disappearance of people without explanation
disturbing sound sources, ranging from high ringing to low booming- especially in environments where you'd expect no sound (the desert, the middle of a lake)
Sarah had the insight that a lot of this, especially the disappearance, is tied to a fear of irrational events in general- a fear of possibilities which don't get anticipated by our normal orders of thinking. Because people don't just disappear without cause, the notion that they would unsettles us.
I also have notes from just the images or events in people's writings that stuck to me, such as:
babies being continuously born in an enclosed space in which there is no room for them
our own body destroyed slowly and sensibly from the outside
opening books to find blurred/unreadable text
a red umbrella
cells imploding from vibrations created by sonic waves
All right, that's all for a bit.

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