Another busy day.
Thanks to the holiday season crowds soaked every corner of the Stitch, and the queue for the Butter Mouse never dropped below twenty. Printing off the videos ran at a pace of five an hour, and the closest moment to a moment was a wolfed down lunch can from the vending bear.
Link took pity on me, and let me head home early. Said Mr Chanson’s targets were hit by mid-afternoon anyway. I treated myself to some cherry mocha before getting the bus. My stomach churns, and the remaining pile is still over half a dozen strong. But they are the perfect accompaniment to editing.
I have started playing around with the Butter Mouse clips. Flipping around the order, and adding filters over the top. Makes me realise how much I adore editing. I love the way you can drag footage around, and chop every image in an infinite different ways. How they dance upon the screen under your fingers.
When I am at the computer, and the ships skim on the water, and the cars float above, the environment engulfs me. The glow of the stadium mixes with the glow of my screen, and everything is perfect. Hours pass, and I relax in my digital garden without care.
Glad the building lights across the city are back on.
But what was exciting are my results. Even based on this handful I know the clips are synching up. Joining together like keys on a piano. Although most of the pieces are missing, they must exist. I do not know what this means in terms of their origin, but the Butter Mouse off cuts are not chaos.
Cannot wait for next week.
Have to water the plants before bed. Catch up with my neighbor. She has this cool bird with mango-colored feathers that lives on the palm trees on the roof. Pops back every evening when the sun goes down. I offer them both cherry mochi.
Deni messages me. The first time they have instigated the conversation.
‘Still at work. The people leave rubbish everywhere.’
It seems weird without her pauses. I text back.
‘Why are you cleaning out the rubbish? That’s not your job.’
A few minutes later.
‘No. I thought you might like to know about the rubbish. Link has me tidying up the office. All his old race car boxes. I found a load of rice cakes round the back. Expired.’
Before I can respond they message again.
‘Are you leaving next year for certain?’
‘Yes.’ I say, although I am not sure I agree.
No response.
I think I will ask them to go to the mall again this week.
Clip: A whole new creature again, even if it ends with the city landscape. And what is the breathing? It is not the Butter Mouse. Roll on next clip.