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The Liminal Space of Akademgorod

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Post by wodouvhaox Mon Dec 18, 2023 4:41 pm

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In the shadowed heart of Akademgorod, where the fabric of reality was a tapestry woven with the surreal and the macabre, the Neoists—Monty Cantsin, Karen Eliot, and Luther Blisset— and the Post-Neoists - Timóteo Pinto, Sarah Gulik and Bruces Vain - gathered in their dimly lit apartment, transformed for the festival into a stage of otherworldly and unnerving wonders. This was no ordinary realm; here, the ordinary was subverted, and the mundane twisted into something chillingly extraordinary.
As they entered, the air was thick with an unsettling energy, a silent undercurrent that whispered of things not quite right. The Hyper-Surrealist chair, a centerpiece in this bizarre tableau, stood ominously in the room. It was a piece of furniture and yet not, its form shifting subtly, edges seeming sharp one moment, inviting the next, a physical paradox that mirrored the mental dissonance around.
The guests, adorned in outlandish headgear made from bread and fish, moved with a strange, jerky animation, as if marionettes on unseen strings. Their laughter was too loud, too sharp, echoing off the walls in a way that made one's skin crawl. Flaming steam irons, no longer benign household items, hovered ominously in the air, their heat palpable, leaving a trail of smoldering fabric and singed hair, adding a menacing aura to the surreal festivities.
In this macabre setting, the mirrors did not merely reflect but seemed to warp reality, casting back images that were distorted and grotesque, stretching smiles into leers, eyes into hollow, haunted orbs. The windows, rather than offering views of the outside world, displayed unsettling, shifting vistas, landscapes that were never still, where serene scenes suddenly erupted into violence, only to be replaced by another unsettlingly tranquil view.
Amidst this chilling backdrop, the conversation between them was laced with veiled threats and dark undertones. Their words were spoken softly but carried a weight of sinister implications, each sentence a dance around unspoken horrors and half-concealed madness. In Akademgorod, under the guise of the festival's revelry, there lurked a sense of impending doom, a feeling that something was about to unhinge, a promise of chaos simmering just beneath the surface of their intricate and disturbingly beautiful banality.


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