6.18.2025

What are we doing? Oh right the gameshow thing. This is what's happening with that: you chase yourself across a featureless plain. The mood is deadly but flirtatious. Now the floor is scrolling newspaper script, too fast to read and besides you don't want to take your eyes off yourself. A friendly bird would come in handy about now. No bird arrives. You still have the dagger by the way. Also not of any apparent use. From somewhere off to your right on the scrolling but otherwise featureless landscape a noise emerges, a low, long drone like a sustained note on a didgeridoo, and you can't really tell if it's getting louder but it doesn't feel like a positive development. You would change direction to skew away from the sound if only You up there would do the same. This is an uneasy relationship you're in with yourself. Difficult to define. You wonder if You feel the same way. Anyway the noise is still going and definitely not diminished. To make things more complicated, the text on the newspaper scroll is starting to develop texture. You can feel the relief under your shoes, minor at first but increasing in scope and severity. You have to skip a little to avoid falling over. And still you can't make out a single word.