The Family

Woke up in our pods a little disorientated after dreaming hard, compared notes but couldn’t see any obvious connections yet, some stuff about a baby platypus, an untitled song, someone wanting to kill someone, a glass mansion, and the dog that winked “hi”. Met up with a new member, and went to the markets to get some supplies.

Found some friendly people wanting to make us safer, after they locked us in a furry taxi and filmed our thoughts, they gave us balloons, hand puppets, and a lovely brain slug each. We celebrated with a game of ball-cone.

Rain made us a slap-up lunch of lentils and blue rice, we designed some new faces for a puppets, and when a monochrome clown found us, we decorated our dungarees a little more to help her find a bit of colour.

Street music and games were on the agenda for our afternoon activity, this ended up being a slow, almost funerial march, which we lightened up with circling round people to try to break the chains of the cult they were enslaved by, and playing levitating songs.

We gave Transit Station a steady rhythm to work to and experimented with the acoustics under(neath) the arches.

We went and talked to the hovering crystal bauble in the sugar palace, then at the launch of a pink zine, we divined the following poem:

Arise that sphere statement
Wooden door involve myth rainbow performance
Organ sculptures
Funspot
District meeting myth forever listings
Performance become Wade’s non-art these Rainbow