glue1, glue2, glue3 [repeat]

the straight line from before in detail. with manual glitch and too much orange at the moment. the work process frazzles my brain. too much construction and deconstruction. take note for any future cutup. out.

the script

a joint collaboration it evolved over four days: inspired by many late nights, inspections of bat, bird and mice droppings and the hunting out of hidden lanes, lose floorboards and holes in ceilings.

the moment of truth announced itself early on a sunday afternoon. a promise of something better than a poorly told ghost story (as this one attempts to be).

along with plenty of evidence of bats (incl. chewed off butterfly wings), the nighttime visit to farm RE became in equal measure anticipated and dreaded.

l. had chickened off to round the corner, k almost got stirred by the cow's shitstirrer and all the while we wondered: who would die first and: more importantly who dunnit.

the man in the boiler suit? a woman out among the calves, owls and pips? or was after all the freshly hosed-down stables of the other farm to be the location??

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bad transmission

it was going to start with this and unfold over the week in bad/t transmissions.

unfortunately, it was a rather bad transmission indeed. my phone never offered an E or let alone 3gs. hence: no transmission at all. all just live bat performances. maybe a little illustrated story of the highlights later (featuring collected evidence from farm resident evil).

here, in any case. the intro that never quite made it.