by Amy Letter
paths forking project ongoing media mixed structure branching often recursive boundaries untimed limits unspaced rules optional rules followed Only 3
04. Archive for paralinear Access
05. Random to jump from branch to branch
Metonymy in darkness searched the cramped storage room. She sniffed as she felt along the seamless walls of cardboard. Dry and dust.
“Where is my…” she started, then growled loud. “Where is the name for it?”
Nothing, nothing, nothing.
She pulled a lighter from her pocket, held it flush to the wall, flesh protecting it from breezes, flesh testing the heat of the flame. No light.
“I am blind, then.”
Metonymy, ever patient, burned. Then she punched and slapped the darkness, ash and char dancing along her arm hairs.
Feeling around inside: “there you are my teddy, my piggy, my parrot, my pride.” She grabbed the hot edges of the new way in. “I have hands. Who needs eyes?”
1. Nothing, nothing, nothing.
2. Teddy, piggy, parrot, pride.
3. Eyes.
