EXPERIMENT ========== this not cut off from any possible exist left open to interpretation. the experiment has been dubbed a "success" on many accounts. a failure on some. a success in getting outside the head to some degree. quid / gwen / gwen / quid were not interested in the sort of overthrowing the state that would initially be assumed of any movement. it was a movement without movement. it shook and convulsed and sometimes left their control but overall orbited around quid / gwen (inside) gwen / quid (outside) they will "die" again in this process but having been dead for a long time they are not in the least upset. "death is a part of life" in its own way. far apart now. farther than they've strayed for a long time. less communication than they have dared in a long time. the strand of connection may thin to a molecule a single thought in their heads. they will be forgotten and that was what they always wanted. to be forgotten except between themselves. because they were the only ones capable of remembering what happened in the inbetween. the stories they share are for outside and inside remembering. the inside enveloped them in its layered mandymandymandymandymandy quid / gwen | gwen \ quid quid | gwen | gwen | quid kaylebkaylebkaylebkayleb quid | gwen | gwen \ quid quid \ gwen \ gwen \ quid mandymandymandymandy quid | gwen | gwen | quid quid / gwen | gwen / quid kaylebkaylebkaylebkayleb imagine undulating for a long time until fading out. that's what they've been doing. that's what they will do. there is no apocalyptic moment. mandy was worried and rightfully so, in her inside. strand memory like dna extract is bonding carefully. mandy was worried because of "i'm bleeding" and rightfully so. there are still worries because there is no overthrow there is no righteous revolution there is no role-reversal. there are myths that are thrown off from these happenings but they are not the most interesting part. the most interesting part is the dna strand information string data table search results. the most interesting part is the reaction the unzipping the revelation and distortion and finally obfuscation. the only ((())) is what's inbetween the inside and the outside and the only [[[]]] is what's outside the inbetween. the only pretentious is the only take themselves seriously and judging by the poetry that was written about this event it is very serious but not at all. the strain between the inside and the outside is the inbetween imagine the earth and the moon with gravitational pulls and imagine the place where those pulls, their individual gravitational pulls negate each other. that is a decent analogy for the inbetween because all that happens is what you make happen not is what is happening to you. it is a relief. it is a dead zone. it is a place for some parts of life. it is an excellent safe place. a loneliness commune, a church of place to go, a psychological playground. it is not the internet it is what the internet is useful for creating between people and around. it is a figment of the internet's imagination? i don't know i seem to have hit a dead end on my description but it's it's frustrating when you can't touch someone or look at them because they're not there but comforting to know that they're somewhere, or nowhere. a sort of.. projection onto the mind's eye. and then playing like putting your hand in front of the projector and making a bunny rabbit or devil's ears. it's playful. it's serious, it's experimentation, it's probing the psyche without feeling direct access or instant change, it's mythology and religion and spiritualized nonsense that the outside (and then, in turn, the inside) is so lacking in this rational age. it's feeding the starvation for inbetween and then finding ways to bridge the inbetween to the outside and inside through music and program and talk and touch. it's doing something to see if you can. it's masks and acting. it's as slow as you care for it to be. it's scary and familiar. it's sleep paralysis while waking.