Last week's post was on coronavirus, collective desires and Mass-Observation. Surrealist friends have since drawn my attention to two ongoing projects to collect coronavirus dreams from the general public.
A Parable For The Times
Chris Packham was giving a talk. The room was crowded, and he was working hard.
Inside The Flask
I watch as the mutations unfold inside the belly of the flask. The substance swirling through the water becomes viscous and gels into the shape of an octopus flopping along a seabed. A shock of recognition: so this is why the mediaevals used to believe that octopuses were the products of alchemy!
Trouble With Shoes
Last night it was the 16th century and I was getting dressed and ready to participate in some kind of religious-monarchical ceremony (maybe a coronation, it was unclear). I was dressed in male clothing of the period and was having trouble getting the pointy shoes on. I also wasn't too sure where I was supposed … Continue reading Trouble With Shoes
The Visitors Centre
My friend S and two or three male friends of his are in town, and my lover P and I are shepherding them around. S has a hand missing, his arm ends in a smooth wooden dome onto which he can fix all kinds of attachments – a corkscrew, for example. We take them to … Continue reading The Visitors Centre
