First Week’s First

Truth Goggles.

CIWIC now distributes truth goggles to all participants. Cindy has arranged for a display in the lovely glass case in the West entry way to Walker Hall that explains all.

“Step into the hermeneutic circle, my friends,” says Cindy.

They step. Oh my, do they ever step. In their Keen footware, they step forward, resisting the evil font of Mister Frisky and Uncle Stinky.

Members of the secret circle, they create threads. Their sense of embodiment glows in tides of rhythmic light. The intentionality of their commentary—typo crossing emote to say what is not that is.

They chant…. chant….. chant…..

“I respect everyone in this room. There is no lockstep technology, no pass-the-buck pedagogy.”

Memories mixing with desire.

Will got fresh with Jane over strawberry cookies, and Catherine didn’t even mind. Cheryl still likes those terrorists though. The coast guard better leave them alone or she will stop up someone else’s drain. Cheryl is a clogger. Watch those feet move. If you do not, Chopping. Cannot. Stop. The. Chopping. There. Must. Be. Chopping.

The voice of morality enters, interrupting memory. “Remember,” it says, “recycle your aluminum.”

It’s like walking through Jell-O, hearing words, knowing they are words, but having no idea what is being said.

“Don’t worry,” says Cindy. “You will understand. Just listen now. Later. Understand.”

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