A wall of brass post-office boxes pours desert sand onto the floor. Envelopes grow out of a lavender field at dusk, open like flowers. A red pillar box on a pebble beach posts the pebbles up into the sky. A cat lies halfway through a letterbox, drawn out thin as a hose, being posted. Elsewhere on the wall, napkins folded into birds and a line of plastic bags migrate.
Post for the night staff is forwarded to a homepage on GeoCities. The codex proposes that the rest of the post is forwarded too, and that these pictures are where it ends up. This entry is proposed by the codex, from pictures on the wall that are all machine-made, and is not canon until approved.
The facts
- Kind
- Concept
- World
- The wall
- Status
- Proposed by the codex, waiting for approval
- In Meinong’s jungle
- “Pebbles return to the sky”: Possible, the golden mountain kind. Postboxes don’t launch stones and stones don’t climb. Gravity objects; logic doesn’t.
- In Meinong’s jungle
- “Desert sand from brass mailboxes”: Impossible, the round square kind. Each box holds a few letters, yet pours out a desert. More comes out than fits in.
- In Meinong’s jungle
- “Envelopes blooming in lavender twilight”: Possible, the golden mountain kind. Stationery that grows in rows is horticulture miscast. Unprecedented, but not a contradiction.
More pictures
On the wall
Pieces of Fresh slop with this in them, grouped here by the proposal. The pictures don’t say they are the same one.
Connections
- forwarded like the post of The night staff