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"Directive"...Zork, Hopper...Crowley
You are going to imagine you are going up the front path to a house. Not this house or somebody you know's house or any particular house. Tell me first what sort of path.
A sand path climbing up a stone embankment from a canal, changing directions exactly once, ending in stairs to the house. I wonder why we're not supposed to describe the house?
Now you're going into the house. You find a key. What sort of key? Where is it? What does it open?
It's a little copper Yale key, dark with age, half covered by the carpet in a room to the right of the front hall. I notice it right as I walk in. It opens something that doesn't exist anymore.
You find a cup. What cup? Where is it?
It's part of a wooden carving on the wall, something ornate where there are all kinds of twists and faces and objects, but the cup is right in the middle and set off from the rest. The carver left a depression in the middle just large enough for a penny to be slid in between the cup and the wall.
***
The path to the house was your past life. Was it crooked or straight, muddy or tidy? The key was knowledge, how you felt about it, how you would use it...The cup was love.
--Test from Love and Sleep.
I picked Pierce's exact key, but I think I would have chosen it anyway.
I wonder how to interpret my cup. The path and key turned out much sadder than I'd have liked.
You are going to imagine you are going up the front path to a house. Not this house or somebody you know's house or any particular house. Tell me first what sort of path.
A sand path climbing up a stone embankment from a canal, changing directions exactly once, ending in stairs to the house. I wonder why we're not supposed to describe the house?
Now you're going into the house. You find a key. What sort of key? Where is it? What does it open?
It's a little copper Yale key, dark with age, half covered by the carpet in a room to the right of the front hall. I notice it right as I walk in. It opens something that doesn't exist anymore.
You find a cup. What cup? Where is it?
It's part of a wooden carving on the wall, something ornate where there are all kinds of twists and faces and objects, but the cup is right in the middle and set off from the rest. The carver left a depression in the middle just large enough for a penny to be slid in between the cup and the wall.
***
The path to the house was your past life. Was it crooked or straight, muddy or tidy? The key was knowledge, how you felt about it, how you would use it...The cup was love.
--Test from Love and Sleep.
I picked Pierce's exact key, but I think I would have chosen it anyway.
I wonder how to interpret my cup. The path and key turned out much sadder than I'd have liked.
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