One mountain is made from office furniture- desks, filling cabinets, chairs, photocopiers and phones.
It’s hard to climb and we are really high up, things keep getting in the way, wires, pointed edges of tables, unstable chairs on wheels.
The people that live here watch us as we climb, their young play fearlessly on the precarious table tops.
We carefully ascend into the clouds, closer to the summit, clutching at knotted ropes of data cables as we climb.
The second mountain is made of mud. Water has cut a labyrinth of tunnels and caves through it’s entire structure.
The water washes in and out every day. On it’s way it carves out new rooms and passages but also seals some of the old ones shut.
We climb down into the maze of tunnels, explorers, the floor rushing safely to our feet each time we slip and fall.
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I was in the OTHER Walsall last night.
The others went to the gallery, while I went into a massive cheese shop.
I asked for Comté
They offered to let me sample two types, one mature, one not.
It tasted weird and pastey, not at all like Comté
i woke up with a milky cheese taste in my mouth
God, I just remembered some soft, sweet, brown cheese from Sweden I had once… that’s what the cheese in the dream was like. Nasty
Sounds like you have been generating thought responsive psycho-plasmic residue
under the blue pier by the beach
detective mule, number 7
a mystery to investigate
agents 6-1 spread out in search of clues
each holding their number
we solved the case
before 8 happened