Day Two Hundred And Eighty Two: Jigsaw Pieces

More work on my Butter Mouse video today. My complete version. 

By now I have no doubt. The pieces slot together. This most recent clip is absolute proof. That building was drawn from the mind of the Butter Mouse, and is part of an ongoing narrative. 

The themes even ring out between the missing jigsaw piece. A weird mixture of the urban and the water. All are impossible pieces of treasure.  My own secret world to protect. Layers of insulation keep them safe, from the planet outside, to the walls of my bedroom, and the final electris of the computer’s innards. Layers within layers, physical and digital, all the way down. Or all the way up to the diamonds within the Stitch. 

What this means overall is still unknown. The sound is still all over the place, and never ties into the visuals, let alone the whole piece. This still does not prove if the visuals are real, or from her imagination. But they are at least consistent. 

There is potential for a project here. I could speak to Link, and get a stand put up. Perhaps near 1619, so that people understand the true power of the Butter Mouse. Our guests may learn their visions are of a different reality. The clock is running down on my last nine weeks, so I will need to get started soon. 

A video call came through during the edit, from the institution I am joining, asking me for more details. They are preparing everything from a work schedule to netting on the windows to keep the giant caterpillars out. I said I would contact them tomorrow, but I lost half the questions in my concentration. So hard to focus when a millions different worlds may be ticking along, oblivious to my own.  

I took a break, and plucked a cherry ice from the fridge. A robot leg twitched on the table, but apart from that the flat is silent. Mum is on a seaside walk, trying a new device which digs for antique metal in the sand. 

Linking all the clips together is so simple. Such a calm way to spend the day in this room, like we are in the middle of space, or the bottom of the ocean.  Why can't all decisions be this easy? Why is everything outside this bubble so complicated? 

My final decision must come soon, but all I want is to sink into the world of the Butter Mouse. She is so addictive. 

Clip: So similar to last week’s clip I do not know what to add. This does not make it any less amazing. I love that building, and the night is no less enveloping. Will anyone from our world ever visit this place?