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greygirlbeastIt's a dream-kill-dream world in here... (David Bowie)*
It's been a long time since I awoke this dreamsick. And a long time since I've had this much trouble shaking it. Those subconscious echoes, those distracting, disarming, intrusive thoughts...these days, they rarely survive longer than half an hour beyond waking. But this morning, they have longevity. As for the dream itself, it's shattered like a rose dipped in liquid nitrogen and then dropped on the floor. I have scenes intact, but the narrative that would make sense of them has been lost.
There's very little to be said for yesterday. I spent the day trying to find vignettes. I might have found one. Well, Spooky might have found one and given it to me. That's how "Untitled 34" came about, you know, back in December. It happens every now and again. Spooky gives me a word or two, or reads to me a passage from a book. And there it is, what I have to write next.
There are a couple of screencaps from last night's truly amazing rp (I'm not just heaping hyperbole here, it really was fucking amazing) in Insilico. Xiang mixing White Russians at the Blue Ant. The arrival of a woman who knows Xiang, but whom Xiang doesn't remember. Her headlong dash from the bar, only to be whisked away by someone she still can't quite believe isn't an enemy. The hover car that carried her to a fountain atop a skyscraper (well, actually part of a fission reactor's cooling exchange system). A hesitant and unexpected kiss, up there in the night sky. And later, the corporate agent hunting rogue droids who entered the home of Xiang's beleaguered owner and demanded access to all of Xiang's BTL chips. The voices in her head. The end of a robot's hyper-accelerated adolescence. What else can you ask for from a cybernoir thriller? There are a couple of screencaps behind the cut:
All images Copyright © 2010 by Caitlín R. Kiernan
*(3/7/11) Long story, but actually this quote should be attributed to one of my readers, Jacob Garbe, not to Mr. Bowie.
It's been a long time since I awoke this dreamsick. And a long time since I've had this much trouble shaking it. Those subconscious echoes, those distracting, disarming, intrusive thoughts...these days, they rarely survive longer than half an hour beyond waking. But this morning, they have longevity. As for the dream itself, it's shattered like a rose dipped in liquid nitrogen and then dropped on the floor. I have scenes intact, but the narrative that would make sense of them has been lost.
There's very little to be said for yesterday. I spent the day trying to find vignettes. I might have found one. Well, Spooky might have found one and given it to me. That's how "Untitled 34" came about, you know, back in December. It happens every now and again. Spooky gives me a word or two, or reads to me a passage from a book. And there it is, what I have to write next.
There are a couple of screencaps from last night's truly amazing rp (I'm not just heaping hyperbole here, it really was fucking amazing) in Insilico. Xiang mixing White Russians at the Blue Ant. The arrival of a woman who knows Xiang, but whom Xiang doesn't remember. Her headlong dash from the bar, only to be whisked away by someone she still can't quite believe isn't an enemy. The hover car that carried her to a fountain atop a skyscraper (well, actually part of a fission reactor's cooling exchange system). A hesitant and unexpected kiss, up there in the night sky. And later, the corporate agent hunting rogue droids who entered the home of Xiang's beleaguered owner and demanded access to all of Xiang's BTL chips. The voices in her head. The end of a robot's hyper-accelerated adolescence. What else can you ask for from a cybernoir thriller? There are a couple of screencaps behind the cut:
All images Copyright © 2010 by Caitlín R. Kiernan
*(3/7/11) Long story, but actually this quote should be attributed to one of my readers, Jacob Garbe, not to Mr. Bowie.
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Date: 2010-02-07 05:28 pm (UTC)I want the movie—or the book—these images belong to.
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Date: 2010-02-07 05:29 pm (UTC)I want the movie—or the book—these images belong to.
Presently, I'm lost and adrift in it.
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Date: 2010-02-07 06:47 pm (UTC)Maybe you'll feel better looking at Anne Hathaway cheesecake (http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/02/05/anne-hathaway-strips-for_n_451559.html).
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Date: 2010-02-07 06:48 pm (UTC)It's all deranged.
Nothing even makes me flinch anymore.
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Date: 2010-02-07 10:03 pm (UTC)Re: OT
Date: 2010-02-07 11:05 pm (UTC)Re: OT
Date: 2010-02-08 05:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-07 07:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-07 08:03 pm (UTC)Yeah. I don't even think of it as a game. Game is an insufficient word. It's moving through an interactive novel that's being written by the interaction of the stories characters. Nothing scripted...
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Date: 2010-02-07 08:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-07 08:53 pm (UTC)That is a game, I think, one of the most basic: make believe.
Touché. Truth is, after two and a half years of disappointment via SL, I was starting to think it was extinct.
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Date: 2010-02-07 10:15 pm (UTC)If it seemed like I was implying that you shouldn’t frolic like a child in a make believe world, I apologize. That’s not what I meant at all.
I would play with you if I could. Someday maybe.
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Date: 2010-02-07 10:29 pm (UTC)All that’s missing is the wonder.
Well, that's no good.
If it seemed like I was implying that you shouldn’t frolic like a child in a make believe world, I apologize. That’s not what I meant at all.
Nope. I didn't take it that way at all.
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Date: 2010-02-08 04:11 am (UTC)It’s better than I make it out to be sometimes.
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Date: 2010-02-07 07:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-07 08:04 pm (UTC)Sounds exciting enough to get back into SL...
Yep.
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Date: 2010-02-07 08:57 pm (UTC)Cheers.
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Date: 2010-02-07 09:16 pm (UTC)Well I thought it was from "Get Real," one of the tracks that didn't make it onto Outside. But I may have imagined the whole thing.
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Date: 2010-02-07 09:24 pm (UTC)Thanks. :)
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Date: 2010-02-07 09:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-07 09:43 pm (UTC)I've looked into it and I don't think it's from 'Get Real' and I can't find any other reference. Of course, I've only made a very cursory search.
It's looking like being a Kiernan Original, in which case I will have to ask CRK permission to quote her. :)
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Date: 2010-02-07 09:48 pm (UTC)Well, either way, in the chapbook B is for Beginnings I attributed it to Bowie...
(Just checked the chapbook, and, actually, the quote isn't attributed to anyone. Now I'm truly baffled.)
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Date: 2010-02-07 10:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-07 10:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-07 10:40 pm (UTC)The funny part is, I was dreaming about an alternate dimension created by the Red Tree. Upon waking I could not get the feeling of the dream out of my head. The only image I vividly remember is seeing an oak tree, and realizing its leaves were made of paper.
I was reading Sirenia 50 last night, and now I'm thinking the dream combined the tone of your SF with some of the plot from the "Red Tree;" the result was truly baffling...
SL
Date: 2010-02-08 02:57 am (UTC)