~~I wanted to walk backwards through space and time like, you know, like on that TV show.~~
//Why? What did you expect to actually happen? I mean there's so many variables and potential conflicts once you start rippling through the alpha waves like that. The usual expectation-outcome relation is totally out of whack once you start treating constants as if they're variables.//
~~But there's so much potential! Besides, it's all dream space logic anyway, right? So if that variable gets altered, who cares? It just splits off another timeline. It's not like you would be erased or I would be erased. We would just repeat across instances. Dot dot dot, you know? Besides, when I wake up I don't even want to be alive anymore.~~
//Yeah I just want to be an insect. Or a skeleton. Or a metal golem with only a single duty to perform for the rest of time.//
~~Like, here's my one job. All I have to do is sit here and guard this magical orb. Everything else can just fuck right off.~~
//How many police stations do you think burned down last night? I hope it was a fuck-ton.//

Manifesto 5: A Signpost | A Warning | A Way Home
Wood, concrete, baling wire, gloves, shoe, ice chests, bucket, hardware.
Each 5'10" in height.
Produced for Spaceness 2018.