The Trickster Diaries/Chapter 72
I was in front of the computer a lot these days, but it wasn’t wasted time. It was time spent creating a third art form through digital image sharing, word sharing, idea sharing. Of course it was also time spent on my screenplay. Problem there was I couldn’t get the idea of Juliette playing the role of Dr. Candalaria—the lead femme—out of my head. She’d be perfect, except for one thing: she’d never tolerate being directed. I knew that. Still, I re-posted an eyeless self portrait of her with a slightly edited version of the third scene, which introduces Candalaria as a scientist on the cutting edge of dream research.
No response from Juliette whatsoever.
Well listen, I was getting a little tired of my predictions always coming true. Whoever or whatever had built those walls around her had guaranteed the work for eternity. No doubt about it. Our only hope was to reach the center of the strange city, see what happened next.
“Ding,” went the computer. Oh look, I have a new Ello follower. A blonde. Oh look, she’s posting color GIFs—sci fi and surf and spy from the ’50’s and ’60’s. Wait, something’s a little…
Juliette. She’s set up a new channel. Has to be. Why else would this “new user” only be following Juliette and myself? I’ll play dumb, for now. Nice palette, though. Exactly the washed-out, weird hue look from that era.
We (the new girl and me) even commented back and forth as if we didn’t know each other at all. Cute, for a while. Juliette was terrible at being someone else.
Finally she announced from her original b&w channel that she’d opened a color version. It was weird to me she felt the need for disclosure. Seemed it had to do with numbers and popularity. The color GIFs hadn’t caught on, but her b&w follower numbers had tripled to 1500. Why would she care?
In the meantime, I’d unearthed the deepest secret of all. There was a third act of sorcery embedded within her GIFs.
She’d designed them as visual and psychological seductions, then used biological mimicry technique to lock in your attention. That I already knew. What I didn’t know until last night, when it happened to me, was that the ultimate purpose is shutting down the internal dialogue of the viewer completely, allowing the mind to fall into kensho, which, in Zen Buddhism, is the deepest, purest, most desirable meditative state attainable.
Who-On-Earth was I dealing with?