Etymology: “…capitulare ‘to draw up in heads or chapters, arrange conditions.’ Often of terms of surrender, hence meaning ‘to yield on stipulated terms’ (1680s).” (x)
"Llamas White Balloons" © Gray Malin
From the series Far Far Away
"…Gray Malin shot this series in the largest salt flat in the world, Salar de Uyuni… For [him] this series is about capturing the whimsical happiness of a place unknown."
Once a woman and the man who was her husband lived on the left-hand side of a house. Someone else lived on the right. The left side, the woman and her husband’s side, had several large rooms and a ceiling fans and wood floors that sagged a bit with rot. About two months after they arrived, the woman stepped into the shower and found the soap covered with small scratch marks. She brought it to her husband for inspection. Neither of them knew who or what had scratched it. They agreed to toss the scratched bar into the wastebasket and open a new bar of soap and not make a thing of it, which she did.
She thought no more about it until the next day, when she found the bar of soap not in the wastebasket where she’d left it but on the floor under the sink. Again she took it to her husband and he denied having removed the soap. She said he must have, because what could remove the soap without upsetting the rather tall wastebasket other than a human and what human had been in the house other than he and she since she threw the soap in the wastebasket the day before. What other human, she wondered, especially since one human in the house wanted her to feel crazy. Still he denied removing the soap and she believed him finally because she loved him and because it seemed silly to blame him but it was a mystery.
A few days later, the new soap disappeared out of the shower. The woman and her husband searched the bathroom and couldn’t find it anywhere. Even more, the woman looked on the shelf in the bathroom in a wicker basket where she kept small wrapped soaps saved from hotels they had stayed in on their honeymoon as remembrances of their earlier passion. Gone. Not the basket. Only the soaps. The basket wasn’t even tipped. When she asked her husband, he denied having touched the soaps, new or old, in the basket or trash, or anywhere else. He said it must be a creature, a long tall creature. They were new to the area so they went out and casually asked their new neighbors if they had ever heard of such a thing as a creature coming around and making off with the soap. The neighbors, working in their gardens or up on ladders painting trim, said no, they could not imagine. That was strange and they had not heard of that. The woman told her husband she didn’t know if they were telling the truth, on account of the lawn, which the husband hadn’t mowed in two weeks.
The husband began to keep vigilant watch at night. He sat up late and every now and then bounded into the bathroom with a broomstick. He lay, eyes open, TV and lights off, listening, listening. But eventually he’d nod off and then the next day the soap would be gone.
One morning he announced he had seen the creature. It loped so fast he didn’t get a chance to see it clearly. Whatever it is, it lopes, he said. Only bunnies lope, she said, and if it’s a bunny we must catch it and keep it as a pet. It’s no bunny, he said, it’s a rat. A dexterous rat. Again they went out and asked the neighbors up on ladders or prodding bushes with sticks which would be more likely to steal soap, a rat or a bunny. The neighbors said they didn’t know, they had never heard of such a thing.
So he put out rat poison in a little cardboard box and now he vaulted into the bathroom four, five times a night, kept a toilet brush by the bed, while she groaned in the dark, Don’t hurt the bunny.
The poison disappeared bit by bit and the husband kept adding more, but the creature didn’t die. Then they found bloody streaks on the bathroom door and he cried, Good God, stay away! It’s the plague! And he blocked the doorway with his arms. It’s the poison killing the bunny, she sobbed.
It was about this time that the person who lived on the right side of the house got a cough. He coughed and coughed, all night sometimes, great heaving moist hacks. He vomited and choked, gasped for breath. The woman and her husband lay in the dark under the fan and listened to him cough and listened for the creature and they both went to work exhausted and later fought over dinner. And the man on the right kept coughing. The woman and her husband hid their soap in a plastic bag in the kitchen but it was clear the creature was dying, because one day the wastebasket was tipped and pieces of cotton were spilled on tile.
One night the creature stopped appearing. No blood on the floor, no toppled trash, the poison stayed in its cardboard box. That same night the coughing stopped and the house was silent. The night was still and they slept.
She had already packed and left when the smell came. He didn’t know if it was coming from below or to the right, if he should wait or go, if he should phone and whom.
"Got It" by Banoffee
Produced by Oscar Key Sung
"When you walk alone in the parks,
Sometimes you just sit there until you get to the last stop.
You called me up once when you were lost.”
I don’t think I- I don’t think I know you at all.
You don’t know me at all.
I don’t want to know you at all.”
Definition: “something (such as a problem or a type of behavior) that is unusual or unexpected” (x)
Etymology: “past participle stem of aberrare ‘to wander out of the way, lose the way, go astray’” (x)
Night in the Woods is expected to come out sometime 2015 after being fully funded by their Kickstarter campaign in 26 hours, and after thirty days, made 400% of their initial goal. Judging by how beautiful it looks, no one should be surprised.
If their campaign video speaks to you, Night in the Woods is available for pre-order on their website ($15).
One-Sentence Synposis: Souls are tangible beings that people can jump inside of to see how the ex-person died.
The Lovely Monster Over the Farm 19:15CST
Lodgepole, Nebraska (2012)
© Camille Seaman
"Real" by Years & Years
Music video staring Ben Whishaw (Skyfall, Cloud Atlas) and Nathan Stewart-Jarrett (Misfits)
"You’re just my type; what’s a boy to do?
Oh I, I think I’m into you; how much do you want it too?
What are you prepared to do?
I think I’m gonna make it worse; I talk to you but it don’t work; I touched you but it starts to hurt.
What have I been doing wrong?
Tell me what it is you want.”
"You’re Not The One" by Sky Ferreira (Blood Diamonds Remix)
“It’s the middle of the night and I’m so gone.
And I’m thinking about how much I need you but you really want somebody else.”
Vertical Emptiness; wire, glue, urea et al.
Exchange of Surface #1 & #2; wooden panel, glue, graphite
© 2014 Onishi Yasuaki