15 January 2015

A cratered planet, its vast empty landscape awash in acid-negative colours like some kind of psychedelic heat map. Traveling overland, falling upwards, distances warp and crack.

Down in the basin of a crater, dark figures cluster around an object. The object: a camera, small and heavy and silver. We give it to people who wanted to capture a vista. It double-exposes every new photo with fragments of some other photo that it has taken before. The camera that remembers everything.

Now the basin is a jail yard in sinister monochrome. We are tossing dice to survive, still huddled in our circle. Looking for clues, trying to collaborate our way into a version of events that will show us how to escape by revealing how we got here.

The rest disintegrates into morning sunlight.